After the sad passing of your 4 year old daughter, you were sitting on your bed, staring empy at the wall. your face and body pale, your lips a sick shade of blue. Your husband had been trying to get you to eat for three days, and you refused. He quietly came into the room and set down a tray of food, sitting in the chair across from you. “Eat.” you take a look at the food, and shake your head, he sighs and sits next to you gently. “please.” you shake your head again…