For Nancy, her son Henry had been everything. She couldn’t imagine life without him. It had been 23 years since the tragic accident that took his life. Every year on the anniversary, she baked his favorite apple and cinnamon pie and took it to his grave to honor his memory. This tradition had kept Henry close to her hear
t. The scent of apples and cinnamon brought back memories of when Henry was a boy, eagerly running into the kitchen at the sight of his favorite dessert. The ritual had been her way of maintaining a bond with him,
