“I know you told me not to eat the lasagna you made specifically for the night your parents come to visit.

I know they have never been at our house, they had to overcome health issues, the car was iffy and we have not always seen eye to eye.

I know this meant the world to you. That you could not wait for them to sleep over after our family dinner and movie night. Have breakfast with us the next morning and take a walk with our new puppy, Snuggles.

I know that this lasgna recipe was your mom’s, your mom’s mom’s and your mom’s mom’s, mom’s.

But I swear I did not eat it.

Yes I could not sleep.

Yes I craved to taste just a spoonful. Even cold.

But I swear I did not eat it.

I heard something in the kitchen.

I swear it was not me.

I swear. “