Memories of Seas 3/?
Chapter 3: Memories of loss
The first thing I remember losing was me teddy bear. His name was Mr. Fluffle, which was about as creative as 3 year old me could get. I was basically glued to that bear, wouldn't go anywhere without it. When I lost it, I was heartbroken, cried for hours. I wouldn't sleep without Mr. Fluffle, wouldn't leave the house at all. It turned out he had fallen behind my bed, where I couldn't see. I lost Mr. Fluffle for three days, and when we found him again I was the happiest girl on the planet.
I've found that not everything you lose will be found, can be found. My grandmother died when I was 5, and at the funeral people were crying. I didn't understand. We'd only lost grandma, obviously, she could be found again. Just like Mr. Fluffle. Maybe if I look behind my bed, she’ll be there. So I looked behind my bed, and I couldn't find her. When my parents took me and my brother to my grandpa’s place, about a week after the funeral, I checked their entire house for grandma. I couldn't find her. I checked in their closet, in their bed, under their bed, in the broom closet, the little storage room underneath the stairs. I even checked the garden and the shed, and when I still couldn't find her, I went to my grandpa, crying, demanding him to tell me where he had hidden grandma.
I was too young to notice the tears in his eyes, I was too busy crying myself. My grandfather told me that I would find grandma in my heart. But I looked everywhere and I only found memories. Grandma was nowhere to be found.
The first thing I remember losing was me teddy bear. His name was Mr. Fluffle, which was about as creative as 3 year old me could get. I was basically glued to that bear, wouldn't go anywhere without it. When I lost it, I was heartbroken, cried for hours. I wouldn't sleep without Mr. Fluffle, wouldn't leave the house at all. It turned out he had fallen behind my bed, where I couldn't see. I lost Mr. Fluffle for three days, and when we found him again I was the happiest girl on the planet.
I've found that not everything you lose will be found, can be found. My grandmother died when I was 5, and at the funeral people were crying. I didn't understand. We'd only lost grandma, obviously, she could be found again. Just like Mr. Fluffle. Maybe if I look behind my bed, she’ll be there. So I looked behind my bed, and I couldn't find her. When my parents took me and my brother to my grandpa’s place, about a week after the funeral, I checked their entire house for grandma. I couldn't find her. I checked in their closet, in their bed, under their bed, in the broom closet, the little storage room underneath the stairs. I even checked the garden and the shed, and when I still couldn't find her, I went to my grandpa, crying, demanding him to tell me where he had hidden grandma.
I was too young to notice the tears in his eyes, I was too busy crying myself. My grandfather told me that I would find grandma in my heart. But I looked everywhere and I only found memories. Grandma was nowhere to be found.