<img src="http://forums.egullet.org/uploads/1197317116/gallery_29805_1195_33252.jpg" hspace="8" align="left">by Ellen Shapiro Buried at the back of my freezer, I have just one pint of my father's chicken soup left. Aside from his prayer shawl (which I have requested for my son) and his grandmother’s Shabbat candlesticks (which he gave me when I married), the chicken soup is the only physical thing I have from him. It’s only a pint -- hardly enough to share three ways. My father passed aw