“My wife… she passed away last night. The hardest thing was to wake up to an empty side of the bed.”
Hollowed, he continued to fill people’s hearts and stomach. That is until one evening, his back gave in. From all the years of lifting boxes of ingredients and bags of flour, it took a toll on his back.
The pain was agonizing and he could barely feel his legs. His mobility, limited. His will, diminished.
“Your back is severely injured. I’m afraid you may not be able to walk. At your age, I’d rely on external assistance. I hate to say this, but for your own good, pizza making should be a thing of the past” – local doctor.
“Making pizza was the only thing that reminded me of her and the good times. It’s the only thing that pushes me forward since her passing.” – Benjamin.