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Tuesday night was a rough one for me. I put some ribs in the crockpot, went searching for our Peking ribs recipe. Never found it, but uncovered a memory that had me on the rocks for a while. It was a letter that Robin wrote to a Teen Moms conference, telling them about all the bookcrossers that helped her gather 600 books for the teen mothers and their kids. I don't remember the year, and the letter wasn't dated, but I can probably find it on the BookCrossing forums.
She was always doing stuff like that. The world is a dimmer place without her light.
After I had hold of myself again, I did the only thing I could do to bring back some of that light: I picked someone that I barely know -- I only knew that they needed a little help, I knew that I could afford it, and I gave it.
That's what she would have done.
That's the way to do it, I think, to handle grief and the remembrance of light lost. Giving someone else some light is a beautiful thing to do.
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