It was an early Monday morning for me, but I’m finally awake! Hope your week has kicked off well. 🙂
I was a latecomer to the Candy Crush Saga bandwagon. The colorful puzzle game by King Digital Entertainment debuted in 2012, and I finally succumbed to multiple Facebook requests to play in the bleak midwinter of 2015. After cajoling Mom to “just try it once,” I pulled her over to the sweet dark side, too.
The year 2014 was a tough one for me and my mother. Grandma was in poor health, and we took turns taking care of her. It helped that I was taking night classes at the time, so I could give Mom a break during the days. Grandma passed away that fall, and we had to adjust to the fact that the “Three Amigos” had lost a vital member.
Fast forward to January 2015. I began playing Candy Crush. Mom was wrangled into “trying it.” This blossomed into taking turns playing the game before running out of “lives” and helping each other find a killer move to win that pesky level. We talked, cried, and laughed our way through whimsical episodes of electronic sugar and emerged refreshed. The simpleness and pleasantness of a game accompanied by lilting carnival music was one thread of many that stitched our grief-torn hearts.
And that, my friends, is how Candy Crush became my therapy.