For Nancy, her son Henry was everything. She couldn’t imagine life without him. It had been 23 years since the tragic accident that claimed Henry’s life, and every year on the anniversary, she honored his memory by bringing his favorite pie to his grave. But this year, something unexpected was about to happen.
For over two decades, Nancy, now 61, never missed a year. She would bake Henry’s favorite pie—an apple and cinnamon delight—and take it to his resting place. The scent of apples and cinnamon always brought back memories of her little boy eagerly running into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the fresh pie. It had been a tradition they both loved, a way for her to stay connected to him even after he was gone.
Since the accident that took Henry’s life at 17, this ritual became Nancy’s way of coping with her grief. The pain of losing him never truly left her, but baking the pie gave her a small sense of comfort, a way to feel close to her son.
On this particular day, as she carefully carried the freshly baked pie to the cemetery, the weight of the dish seemed heavier than usual. She placed the pie on Henry’s grave, gently running her fingers over the smooth stone that had become so familiar. “I miss you every day,” she whispered softly. “I baked your favorite pie again… I wish we could share it just one more time.”
With a heavy heart, she kissed her fingers and touched the gravestone, saying her quiet goodbye before leaving, as she always did. But the next day, when Nancy returned to clean up, she noticed something shocking—the pie was gone. Instead of the untouched or spoiled pie she usually found, the plate was empty. And on it was a folded piece of paper.
With trembling hands, Nancy opened the note. The handwriting was shaky, and it simply said, “Thank you.”
Anger surged through her. Who would take Henry’s pie? It was a private ritual, a way to honor her son, and now a stranger had intruded on that sacred moment. Determined to find out who had taken the pie, Nancy decided to take matters into her own hands.
The next day, she baked another pie and placed it on the grave, but this time, she didn’t leave. She hid behind a nearby tree, watching and waiting. After an hour, she saw a small figure approach. It wasn’t the thoughtless thief she imagined—it was a young boy, no older than 9, with ragged clothes and dirt on his face.
Nancy’s heart softened as she watched the boy kneel by the grave. He pulled out a scrap of paper and carefully wrote, “Thank you,” just like before. He wasn’t stealing out of disrespect; he was simply hungry.
As the boy reached for the pie, Nancy stepped out from her hiding place. Startled, the boy dropped the pie and backed away in fear. “I’m sorry,” he cried, “I was just so hungry. Please don’t be mad.”
Nancy’s heart broke for him. She knelt beside him and spoke gently, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not mad. What’s your name?”
“Jimmy,” he whispered, ashamed.
“Well, Jimmy,” Nancy said with a soft smile, “you don’t have to steal. If you’re hungry, all you had to do was ask.”
Tears welled in Jimmy’s eyes as he explained how little he had to eat and how much the pie had meant to him. Nancy couldn’t help but think of Henry—how he had never known hunger, how he had always had more than enough. Jimmy, on the other hand, looked like he had been living with hunger for far too long.
“Come with me,” she said, standing up and offering her hand. “I’ll bake you a fresh pie, just for you.”
Jimmy hesitated, unsure if he could trust her, but eventually took her hand. Nancy led him back to her home, where she prepared a pie, just as she had done so many times for Henry. As the warm scent of apples and cinnamon filled the kitchen, Jimmy watched in awe. When the pie was ready, she placed it in front of him.
“This one’s all for you,” she said with a smile.
Jimmy took a bite, his eyes lighting up with joy. “This is the best pie I’ve ever had,” he said, his voice full of gratitude.
As she watched him eat, Nancy felt something she hadn’t felt in years—a deep sense of peace. For so long, she had baked pies for a son who could no longer enjoy them, but now, she was sharing that love with a boy who truly needed it. In some small way, it felt like Henry had brought Jimmy into her life, a reminder that love and kindness should always be passed on.
By the time Jimmy finished the last slice, Nancy’s heart was full. She realized that this unexpected connection was perhaps Henry’s way of showing her that even in her grief, she could still bring comfort to others. Maybe this was her new purpose—honoring Henry by helping those in need.
As Jimmy looked up with a smile, Nancy felt warmth and gratitude in her heart. She had found a new way to carry Henry’s memory forward, and it filled her soul with peace.
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The Magic Of Tidying Up: How To Declutter And Organize The House
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo, along with the Netflix series that followed, became a hot topic of conversation earlier this year. Kondo’s method’s central tenet is to ascertain whether an item “sparks joy.” If it doesn’t, it’s clutter that you don’t need. Here’s how to implement Kondo’s organizing techniques in your own house:
1. See Whether It Makes You Happy
Kondo advises going through everything in your house, taking an item in your hand, and asking yourself if it makes you happy. Like your preowned engagement ring, it’s time to part with anything if you don’t feel good about it. You can give it to someone who will value it higher or sell it. This holds true for your clothes in addition to furniture and trinkets.
2. Sort by Category Rather Than Room
Kondo advises classifying everything and sorting through it that way rather than walking through your house room by room. You’ll be able to see everything you have in that grouping with clarity in this method.
3. Folding Vertically
One of Kondo’s more avant-garde thoughts is perhaps the vertical folding technique. You’ll be able to see every article of clothing if you fold and store it upright because nothing will be hidden behind overturning heaps.
4. Spotless Containers
Food, according to Kondo, usually comes in loudly labeled, vibrantly colored cartons when it is purchased. She suggests moving your food to “clean” containers so that your cupboard becomes a peaceful, cozy space rather than a chaotic one.
5. Apparel
According to Kondo, it’s critical to keep track of every item of clothes you wear throughout a given season when keeping it. To avoid buying items you already own, she also suggests pairing up similar-type and colored clothing.
6. Handbags
When it comes to purses, Kondo advises making it a daily habit to empty your luggage. Move the contents to a different box that corresponds to the things you’ll need on a daily basis for your purse. She also suggests keeping the bags inside one another to conserve space and keep the bags from losing their shape.
7. Images
Although it can be difficult to part with photos, according to Kondo, you should only actually save the ones that are incredibly memorable. To find out how Kondo saves and arranges her pictures, go this link.
8. Textbooks
According to Kondo, you ought to divide your book collection into two sections: those you have already read and those you have been meaning to get around to but haven’t yet. The first batch can be donated because they have fulfilled their purpose. It’s likely that you won’t read the second bunch if you haven’t before, and they can also be given. She advises preserving only your all-time favorite books.
9. Work Area
You must have a functional workspace. Eliminate everything from your workstation that does not support the work you are performing because of this. Kondo recommends storing critical documents, etc. in vertical files.
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