Letters to the Dead #3

A/N: This entry was written on the 5th but my sickness kept me from posting it. My grandmother was an amazing cook before the dementia basically killed her.

Dear Ama,

     At work today someone brought in food that smelled just like the burritos you used to make. You know? The ones you made with ground turkey, onion, bell peppers and potato? I want to make some this weekend for me and my husband. I hope I can do them justice. I remember those burritos being so good.

     Anyway, Ama, I could use your help. My husband is terribly sick. He fainted on his way to work last night and ended up in the hospital. He's home now and the doctors said he has a viral infection, but they don't know what it is. I want to help him but I don't know what to do. How do you heal someone when you don't know what's wrong with them? I could really use your guidance, Ama.

Love and miss you always,

Raven