Graham's Funeral

Anessa is mourning the loss of her friend and colleague Graham. Mother sets a tray with lentil stew next to her keyboard, which isn't on day's menu. The rich scent of garlic and fried onion hits my nose and my stomach leaps for the flavors. I usually love the way the small beads squish between my teeth but when i pick up the spoon, my fingers shake. When i checked the levels of the vats yesterday, i saw the spike in vital nutrients that always comes after our death. People say tat grief should come in waves, but mine does lift. It drowns me. You need to eat.