This annual custom was Nancy’s method of feeling connected to Henry after his terrible accident when he was only 17 years old. She was able to preserve his memories thanks to it.
The most difficult thing she had ever experienced was losing him. Even though the years somewhat lessened the intensity of that day’s anguish, it never really went away.
Despite the passage of time, her anguish continued to haunt her. She felt a connection to Henry via the tiny consolation of making his pie.
Nancy felt the familiar weight of the newly cooked pie in her hands as she carried it gently to the graves, like she did each year.
Her heart became heavier as she approached Henry’s tomb. His cemetery, which was always kept tidy and adorned with flowers, demonstrated how much people still loved him.
