I remember as a child attending funerals and the morning of my grandmother would always be cooking something. She would bring this meal to the church and everyone would eat together after the funeral, and remember the deceased. Was it a southern thing or does everyone do this? I have no clue but know that til this day my family takes food to the deceased persons family. An offering of sorts. To bring comfort in a time of pain. To nourish ones soul.
Silly as it seems, my soup was a way to honor Nelson Mandela in the only way I could. A way to bring comfort to my soul while seeing this great mans life come full circle.
Nelson Mandela was a man of Peace and gave us all hope for a better tomorrow. He was an angel here on earth and his job was done. May he rest in eternal peace.
