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As a woman, mother, and wife my first instinct is to take care of those around me. I nurture those I love in many ways through out the day, but sometimes find myself neglecting me. Recently I realized that I need to nurture myself as well. So this blog is about ME!!!!! What fills my heart; my simple life of kids, husband, animals, home, and creativity. For being better2me leads me to be better to those I love.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

It is a Tigger life for me.

Around the age of eighteen, my sister Denise moved away from home. After a couple of tries with roommates, she realized she was better off alone. Then one day, she came by to show us a roommate she thought she could get along well with. A tiny calico kitten; white with spots of brown, yellow, and black, that she promptly named Tigger.

Tigger was her baby and her pride and joy. So, when Denise started dating her husband to be, Bob, he learned quickly that the key to her heart lay through Tigger. Early on in their relationship he bought her a stuffed Tigger, like the one from the Disney's, Winnie of Pooh.

Both Tiggers were a part of their family for many years. Tigger the kitty lived a great life that spanned almost twenty years as a loved and loving member of the family.
Stuffed Tigger, lived on Denise's bed and slept with her and Bob at night. With age Tigger needed repairs and permanent stitches could be seen on his worn and well loved coat. When circumstances took them away from home, Tigger went with them.....whether camping, or living it up in a hotel, Denise always made room in her luggage for him, and often he was spotted being carried in the crook of her arm. Tigger became a symbol of their love for each other.

So, when Denise passed away a decision had to be made as to what should be done with Tigger, but her family knew that after thirty five years, a separation was the worst possible scenario, and so it was decided that Denise and Tigger should be buried together. When her daughter took him to the mortuary, she asked that he be placed in the crook of her arm, just like where he had spent so many hours.

Recently, we gathered together as a family to celebrate Denise's grandson, Grey's, second birthday and to surprise his mom with a baby shower for his soon to be sister. Presents were opened and ooo'd and awwwww'd over, but then a gift stopped us all in our tracks. Denise's granddaughter-to-be received a bright shiny new Tigger from a friend, Kristin, who is more family than not.

There was not a dry eye in the house and at first I thought, what an amazing present this was, but quickly it became glaringly obvious that the tears were also representative of the reality, that someone who should have been there was absent. My heart broke for my sister who will never meet her granddaughter, for a daughter whose pain of not having her mother with her at this time, is so clearly evident, and for a granddaughter who will never know how much her grandmother wanted to be here to meet her.

But thoughts like these would not change anything and my sister would be the first to take the emphasis off her and put it on something she felt more important. So, I decided instead to look at the hope this gift offered. Hope that this Tigger would be loved as much as Denise's Tigger, that it would be be a constant reminder of Denise's love for all of us and our love for her. That through our memories of Denise and her Tigger we can let this precious baby girl know that she is loved and that her Grammie is alive in her and through us.

2 comments:

  1. This is sweet, K. I know that Denise is with you all and Tiger! It's a symbol of her ongoing love for you guys.

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  2. Karen - this was beautiful! Thank you for sharing your cherished memories of Aunt Denise. Love, Kristin

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about me

Alta Loma, California, United States
I am a wife of 28 years to Kevin, a pilot, a mother of 22 year old Kellan and 15 year old Keaton. I am caretaker to a zoo of animals including dogs, cats, chickens, fish, birds, turtles, etc. I am a gardener, a cook, a writer, a painter, a teacher, and I am truly blessed to be able to live life the way I wish too.