She had flushed pink cheeks and her eyebrows wouldn’t sit still. Emily’s eyes, fixed on mine, wore anxiety and a shade of sad. Their teddy bear was dead, the one that connected my dying mother to my living six year old child. She couldn’t look at it. The bear she had covered with some of my work uniforms in our walk-in-closet. Emily’s guilt and grief were bound tight. Emily had forgotten to put the bear back up on her bed and Charlie our dog mangled it. Another loss.
The bear had been in the care of my mother until she passed away last year. The shaggy pink bear was looked after quite nicely by my mother. She made sure to send messages through me to Emily about how the bear was behaving. I told my mother how Emily was behaving.
There is an album on my desk filled with written thoughts and poems and stories about my mother. On the cover is my mother holding the bear. It is one of my favorite photos of her. Emily sees the photo whenever she passes my desk. I reassured Emily that it was going to be okay. Her sadness awakened in me a sleeping grief. We shared it for a while.
I sat on the edge of our bed as Barbara spoke tenderly to Emily.
“I’m sorry you are so sad. It hurts doesn’t it? You know what? Grandma is babysitting the bear now. They are together.” Barbara, mother, kept speaking comfort and assurance to a little fractured heart. Mine.
Her words came from a mother place. Emily was comforted and I was too.
*
A year has passed since my mother died. It was early on a Monday morning. The all night vigil had taken its toll and I had fallen asleep. My head rested on the edge of the bed next to her womb. I woke to find her birthed into a greater light. One day I will awake and see her again, but not yet.
Gerald the Writer 
Thank you for sharing this.
I understand how Emily feels. I had a plant from my brother’s celebration of life. It struggled to stay alive and I nursed it all I could. One day I came home to find the dog had knocked it down and dug into the plant, leaving no chance of it surviving. I mourned over the plant…but really over Kevin again. Emily …hugs to you from someone who knows. It’s going to be OK.
Oh no! Dogs… Thanks for sharing Kerrie.
That was very moving, Jerry.
Thank you Marilyn!
Thank you, Jerry, for such a heart touching story. Cherish the memories.
I do cherish them. Thanks for stopping by!
Thanks, Jerry. I’ve seen the picture before and now I know “the rest of the story.”
Thank you for stopping in Peter.
I love this one. God bless Aunt Barbara – I wouldn’t have thought to explain it that way and it seems like just the perfect thing to say. Also, “Her words came from a mother place” – brilliant.
Much love. 🙂
Thanks Kelly. She is wonderful to see in action.
Indeed. Hope to see you guys sooner rather than later…
beautiful words, Ger. (((Hug)))
Thanks…
A shade of sad. Powerful.
Thank you Cindy.