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your timer. Choose any color. Let your mind follow that color to a
memory, or a scene, or a story of any kind. Put your hand to the page
and begin.
When I think of Charlie I think of blue; a blue balloon to be exact. One particular memory that I will never forget is the first day I returned to work after losing Charlie. I wanted to avoid it; hide forever, but I knew it would be better for me to push myself. I needed something normal in my not normal reality. Teaching was normal. It was a good, good normal that I desperately needed. The day went by, people avoided me, some people hugged me, I felt like a million eye balls were watching me all day long but I taught. I think I actually smiled. As I walked out at the end of the day I turned to go down the stairs and as I looked up I saw a blue balloon was in the foyer. It was waiting for me. It was like Charlie or maybe my Heavenly Father was saying, "Well done...you did it." I felt proud. I felt like I was going to be okay. I felt like while it was going to be a long road {for the rest of my life} I could take it a day at a time. The blue balloon has shown up so many other things in the most perfect places. Every time I see a balloon especially a blue one, I remember Charlie and I thank God for giving me a happy memory of him at that exact moment.
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