Raggedy Ann Looking Pretty Raggedy...
Something really sad happened last night at my house, and I'm having a hard time not letting it get to me. We had lots of rain all night Wednesday night into Thursday morning. So when hubby got home yesterday, he ran downstairs to start a load of laundry (the basement)... and found that the cover on one of the windows had been blown off in all the rain. End result... a Raggedy Ann doll my grandmother made for my mother is completely ruined. I can't replace it, and I feel absolutely awful about it.
What makes it worse is, Granny had made a Raggedy Ann doll for my first birthday that has long since disappeared (I think my dad's second wife, from whom he is now divorced, took it with her -- she ruined a bunch of his stuff and stole random things from our attic when she moved out). So when Mom died in 2004, I asked my brother and sister if I could have Mom's Raggedy Ann, since they both still had theirs. I think what's killing me is the guilt. I feel like somehow I should have known better than for that doll to be in the basement or that I should have gone downstairs myself before hubby came home. Nothing else appears to be ruined at all... just Ann. It feels like I allowed a piece of Mom and Granny to be ruined. I know I'm being very silly -- things can't take the place of memories, and all that, but... when hubby came up the stairs and told me what happened, I just couldn't help but cry. And my sister's supposed to come to visit for Thanksgiving... I can't tell her about this right now. Maybe later. But not right now. *sigh*
What makes it worse is, Granny had made a Raggedy Ann doll for my first birthday that has long since disappeared (I think my dad's second wife, from whom he is now divorced, took it with her -- she ruined a bunch of his stuff and stole random things from our attic when she moved out). So when Mom died in 2004, I asked my brother and sister if I could have Mom's Raggedy Ann, since they both still had theirs. I think what's killing me is the guilt. I feel like somehow I should have known better than for that doll to be in the basement or that I should have gone downstairs myself before hubby came home. Nothing else appears to be ruined at all... just Ann. It feels like I allowed a piece of Mom and Granny to be ruined. I know I'm being very silly -- things can't take the place of memories, and all that, but... when hubby came up the stairs and told me what happened, I just couldn't help but cry. And my sister's supposed to come to visit for Thanksgiving... I can't tell her about this right now. Maybe later. But not right now. *sigh*
posted by Becky @ 8:06 AM
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