My youngest daughter had a pink checked blanket called Pink Uffy (softy) that was a well-loved (to the point of threadbare) friend. The eldest Molly had Beeepee, an old soft cloth diaper, well washed don't judge. Also threadbare. She still has it in her Santa bear from Boppa S. Little Albert had a vintage Pooh Bear with a lopsided smile because half the stitching came off and a new nose provided by a friendly veterinarian. Jakey had a succession of Mr New FurFurs known also as new Durdur.
My husband had Andy Panda and Bear Bear who sit chumily on our bookshelf now in their dotage, secure in the knowledge that they were loved. I did not have a cuddle toy or at least the ones I had somehow disappeared long before I was ready to part with them. In fact a lot, no wait all, of my possessions from childhood to young adulthood, disappeared. Either no one cared enough to keep them for me or maybe they were stolen and sold to buy toys for themselves or their other people. Or given to "more deserving" kids? One way or the other, none of my things exist anymore except a doll my grandma saved for me. So when the violent, malevolent storms of dark tetrad parents hit, I had nothing to comfort me.
A day late and a dollar short, at 60, I'm creating a playlist of pink uffys, Pooh Bears, Beepees and Mr. New FurFurs. Hopefully little Marilisa you will feel their belated comfort. All for you, sweetheart. Ain't nobody going to take these not no way not no how.
Family to be for you but you never had. A loving husband, delightful children and their delightful spouses and partners, and a dozen (count them!) gorgeous baby grands. None of them would be there without you, sweet girl.
Annoying and adorable kitty boys and girls, many over the years. And a grand pup and kitten.
Enormous, king size gushy soft blankets. Let them wrap you in the love you never felt.
A big cozy soft bed for sharing, this time by choice. To make up for all the couchsurfing.
A ramshackle blue House in need of a lot of repairs but overflowing with love. Let that shelter you and your out in the cold, houseless homeless memories.
Plenty. Of food, nourishment. No expense spared by the now people. No more empty fridges, no more food for others but not for you. You're a priority now.
Time. To sleep in. To lay around. No more harsh, demanding lazy people to serve. Now you work with people at your own pace on your own volition, not for them at their command.
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