Memorable Moments at Dinner: Something I will never forget.

In 2005 my aunt was dying of cancer. I went over daily to help take care of her and visit with her. She had gotten to the point to where she could hardly eat anything at all.

One night when I was getting ready to go home, I asked her if there was anything she needed before I left or wanted me to bring her the next day. She asked me to make her some chicken soup. I asked her what she wanted in it, since I knew she had a hard time eatting most things. She said only broth and noodles, she cant handle much of anything else. On my way home that night I stopped off and got the things I needed to make her soup.

The next morning I got up early, so I could made the soup and still get over around my normal time. When I got to her house she asked if I had made the soup and wanted to see it. I showed it to her and she said it look good and wanted a bowl of it right away.

After heating it up, I gave her a bowl. She asked me to join her and have a bowl. So I did so. I sat on the edge of her bed as we ate the soup. Her son just watched and smiled because she ate two whole bowls of soup, without getting sick or feeling sick. We talked about my boys, whom she loved dearly. Recalled things that happened years earlier. Shared some good laughs over our soup.

Later my cousin asked me what I did to the soup because she had not eatten that good in about two months. I said nothing. He wanted to know what the special ingredient was. I said nothing. Its just broth that I bought at the store and noodles, like she wanted. Then my aunt answered, the best ingredient of all love.

Shortly before I left that evening she asked me if I would warm up the soup and get her yet another bowl. WOW! Three bowls in a few hours. She ate another whole bowl before I left that night.

I left the pot of soup for her to enjoy. She would not let anyone have any. That was her soup and she loved every drop of it. I loved the fact that she enjoyed it so much and she was able to eat it, without being sick or in pain. For days I heard all about my soup, everytime I went over to visit her.

I have to say that is one bowl of soup I will never forget. Chicken soup always makes me think of my Aunt who sadly past away about two weeks later in Aug. 05 To this day my cousin thinks I did something special to that soup because my aunt ate so much of it and keep it all down and she did not have any pain in her stomach.