Today is Flag Day, a day to remember, and I feel like I am constantly in a state of remembering. How can I ever forget? My friend Myrna gave me this book...a sweet story on grieving. Last night as I drove home, I was overwhelmed with feelings of grief and loss, and as I drove through a heavy rain storm, I cried like a baby and started my own pot of tear soup. Right now, it is bitter tasting with salty tears and disappointment, but eventually I will sweeten it with happy memories, and add flavor to it with the fun times we had together. The special talks that Amberly and I had will add a special spice to it that no one else can replicate. This is my tear soup, and it is best served warm, with caring friends who know how to listen.
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We are coming up for the 4th. Do you have any time for sharing tear soup with me? We will be in Orem from the 1st-to the 7th with reunions and family intersperced.
My adoption counselor gave me this book the day of placement. It's one of my favorites, and I know it will help you keep perspective. I'm so sorry for your loss. I didn't know Amberly, but I know that she was a fighter. I love you Barb!
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