Every Friday, my neighbor brought me soup after my husband died, always saying, “You will need your strength.” One day, I returned her container and found her unconscious on the kitchen floor after a fall. At the hospital, her son told me she called me her “Friday girl.”
After his father died, making soup for me had given his mother a reason to get up each week. I realized she wasn’t just caring for me—I was giving her something to live for too. When she woke, she smiled and whispered, “See? I told you—you need your strength.” We laughed through our tears, grateful that kindness had brought us both through grief. READ MORE BELOW
