Food for the Soul.

Food for the soul.

It was late October and another year had passed since my husband death. Thirteen years- thirteen years! I just couldn’t believe where the time had gone.

It felt like yesterday, I still remember the blonde petite police lady walking down my path.

Instantly I shouted “Justin!”

“What!” He shouted back.

“Have you been up to any mischief? Only there is a police officer about to knock on the door!”

“No I haven’t mum !” He replied

Thoughts of my husband Adam began racing through my mind. My heart began racing. Had he done anything stupid; like smash the shop window or doors, only he had been suffering with his mental health that week and had moved out ; he had booked himself into the Travelodge as we were separating due to difficulty within our marriage.

My palms were sweaty as I opened the door.

“Hello Mrs Jansen? “ the police woman asked.

“Yes!” I replied, do come in, how can I help.

“Is your husband Adam Jensen? “ she asked.

My guts churned and began to make strange noises; my hands shaking - I pointed to the picture, a family portrait on the wall. That’s him there.” I explained. “Why what has he done now,” I eye rolled.

“I’m sorry to have to inform you of this but he’s dead!” She replied.

Well I just went into shock ! My whole body shaking; the life drained out of me. I began screaming- “Justin Justin, get this woman out of our house now, get in here and remove her. She’s crazy and says your father is dead!” I screamed.

“Mrs Jensen you say this is the picture of him on the wall? “

“Yes!” Replied Justin.

“Well I found him at 1pm this afternoon I’m so sorry, he was unresponsive when we arrived, the cleaner found him.” She explained.

“Get out now; go on get out before I do something I regret” I screamed!

My son was in his last year of secondary school ready to sit all his exams and it had been a big strain on him.

A few months passed and I had eaten very little, I seemed to have lost all my appetite and weight.

One particular evening when Justin came in from school, I could hear him in the kitchen. I was in bed feeling sorry for myself and a little hungry actually.

“Mum are you hungry? “ he shouted. Because I am and I was at a friends the other night and he made a simple meal , could I surprise you with it and we can sit at the table and eat together?” He asked

“Yes that would be lovely “ I replied

To be honest I really needed some tender loving care, and a bit of support to get me back on my footing again.

It smelt gorgeous, I felt wanted and loved. The meal smelt scrumptious and set all my tastebuds going again.

I went downstairs and their on the table was mushrooms , fried with fresh cream on toast - just what the ‘Doctor ordered’

“Justin this is so kind and thoughtful of you, how and what is in this?” I asked

“Well 6 Large mushrooms Finely Chopped, fried, then simmered in double cream. Poured over toast. Food for the Soul mum , Food for the Soul.” He explained.

Well it certainly touched my soul and lifted my spirits and I’m here to tell you this little story of what a little compassion and some Food for the Soul can do to help you through the most darkest days in your life; bring you into the light .