By Denise Black-Wallace

The loss of Sean has been a very devastating adventure, and the pleasure is not mine at all.  

Sean enjoyed eating. He ate just about everything that I cooked, whether it was for him or not (LOL).  He especially loved my peach cobbler.  If he walked in and smelled peach cobbler, he would get ready for “his” feast. 

One day, I cooked a big peach cobbler, he and his dad kept pacing the floor waiting for it to get done.  You could see the look on their faces.  I can almost say they were salivating and anticipating the sound of the buzzer on the stove that would give an indication that the peach cobbler was ready.  We all knew once that buzzer went off, it was just a matter of time when that peach cobbler would be under attack.  Making the peach cobbler made me feel especially good because he didn’t like everybody’s peach cobbler.  I would love to hear him say, “Mommy, are you making peach cobbler today?”

He could never wait to eat it with ice cream, he had to have it HOT.  We would often laugh at the look on his face when he would be sweating and eating that peach cobbler.  

Oh, how I would love to whip up a peach cobbler for him now, sit and watch him – eating and sweating.  

When I was younger, I would always watch my grandmother make peach cobbler and I never thought I could make it as good as she did.  One day, I asked one of my co-workers to share with me how to make it, and she did.  The very first one I made on my own was a big hit.  After that, I continued to make them often.  I went from having no knowledge of making them to being a peach cobbler baker and the pleasure was all mine.

Sean was so special to me.  He is my son.  When I was pregnant and found out I was carrying a boy. I was elated!!!  I strived to be the best mom for him and my daughter – they are all that I have. 

That’s why I’m so devastated this has happened.