I would like a healing weekend with a side of comfort food, please.

Our family is so lucky to all live close enough to easily gather for Friday night happy hour. Even luckier that we all want to gather together every weekend. This weekend was only slightly different. We still had the kids filtering through the house ranging in age from 3 years to 17 years old, we still had plenty of wine and libations on tap and without notification, we still all showed up at the bewitching hour. Even Papa rented a car and came back to town for the weekend so he joined us too. The wise matriarch of the clan spent the day preparing the necessary comfort food ... pot roast! It was so delicious and much needy for this weary bunch. The difference this weekend was the weight of the mood and the heaviness in our hearts. But we created this safe place for each of us to share our fears and frustrations. We could expose our anger and tears ... how lucky for us to have happy hour.