I am not a grief counselor or a psychologist. However, I can share an experience a couple of weekends ago. On Saturday, May 11, at 11:00am, my husband’s grandmother past away. The children’s Great Grandma Opal transitioned at the age of 96 years. Wow!
Before I knew about her passing, I was at the health food store with my Mom. We didn’t really have to go but for some reason we were their buying a few things. The juice bar called to me. As I stood behind the counter I wondered, “What soups do they have today?”
On the menu board it said, “Chicken and Dumpling Soup”. It is pretty incredible for a health food store to have soup that is a staple of the South. My mind quickly flashed to Doug. He would very much appreciate having some. He would share stories of how his Grandma Opal made the best Chicken and Dumpling soup growing up. She was the most wonderful cook and made everything from scratch. She was an expert of making pies, cookies, cakes, soups, and everything else under the sun. From our travels, we would never find Chicken and Dumpling Soup that matched the yumminess of Grandma’s. Cracker Barrel couldn’t even compete.
Something inside me felt soup for dinner would be very comforting and soothing. Plus, mommy didn’t have to cook. Yeah! I looked into the possibility further. The sign next to me read, “4 lb bag of today’s soup is available.” Samples were being given out. I had to make sure it was good enough to buy. One bite said it all. The texture, flavors, dumplings, chicken, celery, and carrots all came together with a burst of yum. It was definitely a go.
My mom and I left the store with a 4lb bag of Chicken and Dumpling Soup, a couple of bags of crystallized ginger, 3 avocados, and what was left of our green smoothie we shared. Looking forward to how Doug and the kids would react to having soup for dinner was the only thing on my mind. This wasn't just your plain ordinary soup. This was really good Chicken and Dumpling Soup which actually tasted homemade and was bought at the health food store. It brought me happiness in some way.
I checked my phone real quick to see if I missed any messages or calls. Sure enough, there was a missed message from Doug at 1:08pm. The message, “Grandma passed away about an hour ago.”
When I got home, I gave my husband a big long hug. There was no doubt we would most likely fly out the following day to be with family for the funeral. Things were a little bit crazy but we held our composure. Doug stepped out that afternoon to buy some stuff to prepare for our trip. As I was heating the soup, it dawned on me. I quickly grabbed my phone and had to share the epiphany. The message sent read,
Isn’t it synchronistic that all the rare days we have
chicken and dumpling soup, it is for today? Didn’t
you say your Grandma made the best chicken and
dumpling soup? That was the soup I bought today.
It just hit me like a ton of bricks. It’s her way of saying
goodbye. Through our tummy :)
I am in awe of the wonderful coincidences. Are they really coincidences or a divine plan already in the works? There is something great always happening and is truly beyond our imagination.
Wherever you are Grandma, thank you for your farewell message. We love you. And, we know you are taken care of. We will miss you. The next time we have Chicken and Dumpling Soup as good but not as great as yours, we’ll know it is your way of saying “hi and all is well”.