A memory and message from Alec I: Wendy picks her food

I thought I’d share something that I often think about from a few months back where you and Wendy hosted us for dinner. 

Remember when she went to all the trouble of making meat pies for everyone? Then when she got her own pie she pulled off the pastry top and ate the meat filling with a spoon. I don’t think she ate any of the pastry! 

Wendy always told me she was a picky eater. Whenever we’d all be out somewhere I’d notice that there were certain things she didn’t like. Like when we went to Baba’s Place and we sort of peer pressured her into trying the lamb 😂

But the pie thing always stuck in my mind - I’ve made pies before as well and they’re not easy, so I wondered why she’d go to the effort if she didn’t plan on eating the pastry. But now I think I understand - she made them because she knew her friends would love it! It was her spirit of generosity and care for the people she loved manifesting itself. Always going to great lengths to make sure her friends were well fed and comfortable, even if she wouldn’t benefit directly from it. 

Keep up the healing work mate. You’re honouring her beautifully. 

Love Alec