So we do things to stay busy; to try not to think. Watch movies, exercise...cook.
I read an excerpt from the Bob Marley biography Catch A Fire several years ago. He had a man-"Gilly" or something-in his crew that would go to the Kingston market every Sunday and buy ital vegetables and food to prepare for that days feasts.
Sometimes I envision myself as that guy...except, unless the farmer's market is going, I go to a grocery store. Also, I'm not Rastafarian and usually I'm not cooking for a communal meal...but you get the idea; it's fun to pretend. It's another way to escape.
Stay strong Lora. Keep your head up Jonna. Hang in there Christopher. We got your back.