A white blanket with dark blue stitching around it and a small picture of Eeyore in one corner. It was his special blanky and he went nowhere without it.
On wash days I had to sneak it into the washing machine. On finding his blanket after I had washed, he would always come to me and say:
“You washed my Eeyore blanky. Look it is nice and clean. Thank you Mom.”
He died alone. Without me and without his blanky. I asked for it to be fetched from his dad’s house to put it with him before he was taken from the hospital to the mortuary.
That was the last time I saw him and I knew that he was never going to come back to me in this life. My little boy with his Eeyore blanky.
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Alison,
I am so sorry for your loss. Your son Daniel's birthday is the day before Elena's. Kim, Maggie, and I will keep him and you in our thoughts. I read your blog and am saddened by loss and warmed by your memories of your son.
There is nothing I can say that will be helpful but please know that we care and that we understand your loss in a way that every day we wish we didn't.
Daniel (Dear Elena)
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