Worries go down better with soup. – Jewish Proverb
Either fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, it’s a fact that food provides a certain degree of comfort when we are faced with circumstances that we have no control over – such as a death in the family. What do people automatically do when they hear a friend or neighbor has lost a loved one? They show up – with food. It’s a thoughtful gesture and so nice because then you don’t have to worry about preparing meals for the relatives that will surely come to park in your house for a few days.
I’ve always been an emotional eater. Today my dad has been in heaven for 26 years. You’d think after such a long time I’d be “over” it. Well, I’ve moved on, but I still miss him like crazy – and newsflash – I always will. I’ll be an unapologetic emotional eater today with a grilled cheese sandwich (or two) and tomato bisque soup on the menu for lunch or dinner for sure.
Today is SANDWICH DAY! When my dad died, the rest of the family rallied around my mom and I like real troopers. We had the entire Park City Nazarene Church helping us and that was great. Two memories have stuck with me as I think back. The church planted a tree in my dad’s honor – it was so little 26 years ago. Today it’s a large shade tree in front of the church. The second memory is my husband making grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato bisque soup for our lunch the day after the funeral. Everyone shows up for the funeral and the funeral dinner – but the day after is when things begin to hit home – and you really begin to feel the loss.
As you can imagine, my mom didn’t want to eat much and really I didn’t either. There is just something so comforting about a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato bisque soup. I’ve been married to a man who will not prepare one without the other, therefore, I can no longer eat a grilled cheese sandwich without tomato bisque soup! The sandwich is gooey and fun like fuzzy socks on a hardwood floor and the soup is so cozy and warm, like an old comfy sweatshirt.
I remember being so grateful to be taken care of like that – and it meant the world to me that my husband took care of my mom. He made sure we were both keeping our strength up. I guess that’s what love does, isn’t it? ❤