I volunteer several days a week at a hospice house.
There was a resident there who’s favorite meal was breakfast. I am always there in the mornings. Every single time I was there, they would always request/I was happy to offer these huge breakfasts for them. It became a running joke, even.
Today was their birthday and also their passing.
While I was there, and before their immediate family left visiting for the last time, I thought it would be fitting to cook one last big breakfast, but for them this time.
AND GUESS WHAT I SAW!?
Legit hearts in the bacon!
What a perfect little thumb print to their celebration of life/their birthday/traditional big breakfast parting.
Happy birthday, friend