13/04/2026
It's only an old margarine tub...
My dad wasn't a huggy "I love you" type of man...old school, he showed his love by doing or making things for me - mostly food based in his latter years (much to my happiness!)
He was a soup guru, and his tubs of soup were a much loved gift.
At least once a week he'd hand over a few tubs of soup (always in old margarine/butter tubs), either freshly made that day or from his well stocked freezer. Always labelled with random initials, I had to try and remember what they stood for! (In this photo, it's potato, leek and carrot 🥕!!)
This has been in my freezer for nearly three years now. Its the only tub that I had left after he died, and it became my 'safety soup'... If life got REALLY bad, I could eat it and instantly feel better - like a massive warm hug. I also kept it because I had so little left of dad after he died that the tiny PLC handwritten label and something handmade by him was so precious.
Last night I took it out the freezer - the fact that I haven't used it during the last 6 months (an incredibly difficult time) meant I probably never would...plus realistically its been in the freezer too long to eat now so that kinda put me off!
I wonder if everything I've been through in losing my dad in the way I did, then losing my mum, has given me the strength to get thru what life throws at me...or that I've gotten to a stage in my grief where I can let go of an unedible tub of soup, (even though it's still difficult and gives me a little anxiety!) I still kept the PLC label tho, some things are too precious.... 🩵