SOUP

I read a beautiful book today on going through the grief process.....and it made so much sense!
A man and woman,writing team from Oregon,wrote a book on grieving,called "Tear Soup".I thought the title was so catchy,but when I started reading it,....oh did it ever make sense.
Each time dear,sweet Grandy revisited her pain from her loss,she was adding tears to her "pot of soup".They might have been sad tears at first, which turned into angry,or even bitter tears later on.Years later,she would be walking down that road of pain,the memories would resurface,and her tears would flow again.Sometimes,she would even wail! So she added them to her "Tear Soup too."
She had a full pot after many years,but one day,she realized that she wasn't hungry for "Tear Soup" anymore.She could smile again and feed on something else.It was then that she realized she could take some soup out of her container and freeze it,incase she needed it down the road .....at a much later date!
The memories gave off a wonderful aroma,always making the journey back,just a wee bit easier!I grew up reading Stone Soup,so this really caught my eye.Now that I have given back a son to God,I can truly relate to a soup of tears!
Becky