Treasured
When we first moved into our house in 2007 we knew that there was a quiet elderly woman that lived next door to us and that’s all we knew. We rarely saw her except for when she watered her plants. It wasn’t until one day when she struck up a conversation with my daughter, over the fence, about how nice it was that Olivia was helping with our family dogs. A few weeks later she and I conversed in between our yards. That was the day that she said she never heard our [noisy] house. That was the day I realized she must have some hearing problems.
All joking aside, Miss Beverly is a treasure to us. We’ve had her over for a spur-of-the-moment birthday gathering, a Christmas dinner, and most recently a birthday celebration for Olivia. She’s also had us over for tea and even watched Olivia one weekend while I attended a small blogging conference. She was extremely flattered that we trusted her with our daughter. Truthfully, she’s a surrogate grandmother to us while we live far from all the actual grandparents.
A few days before Olivia was to stay the weekend, Miss Beverly called me over to her house. She wanted to show me where my daughter would be sleeping; to make sure it met my approval. We walked down the hall to the bedroom and I immediately noticed that the furniture was antique and extremely beautiful. You just don’t find that kind of craftsmanship anymore. As she ran her hand on the footboard she told me that it was her bedroom suite when she was a little girl. Smiling she told me that there hadn’t been a little girl to sleep in that bed for many years. We both felt a sense of peace as we smiled at each other.
Walking back down the hallway she asked me to come into her room as there was a picture she wanted to show me. Naturally, I followed her. She picked up an old wooden frame and handed it to me. The picture was a three quarter length shot of a relatively young man in a distinguished three piece suit.
“That’s my Daniel.” she breathed.
“He’s so handsome in this portrait, Miss Beverly.” I commented to her.
“He certainly was. A week after that portrait was taken he died,” she said heavily as she laid both her hands over her heart.
I sighed, “I’m so sorry for your loss,” as I handed her back the portrait of her beloved son.
She swept her fingers lovingly over Daniel’s face as she set the frame on her bedside table, and out we walked.
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A few weeks ago my husband was making salsa for us. I had my camera in hand and I was documenting the process. The colors of all the ingredients along with the beautiful afternoon sun that was shining through our kitchen compelled me to photograph him while he worked.
Then the doorbell rang, and with camera in hand I went to answer it. It was Miss Beverly and I invited her in. We came into the kitchen, chit-chatted about Michael’s salsa making abilities, her naiveté in regards to salsa consumption, and then about my camera and how it didn’t use film. She was shocked when I explained how it worked.
“Mishelle, I came to ask you a favor that actually involves your camera. Do you see that tree at the top of my yard?” she asked.
“Yes, I absolutely love that tree!” I replied.
“Well, I planted that tree in honor of Daniel when I first moved in here. You remember my Daniel, right?”
“Of course I do; what a beautiful thing to do.” I comforted.
She went on to tell me that she planted it for Daniel and that his two sons were now old enough to understand the sentiment behind it. She hoped that I might be able to capture the tree in photograph for her to give to her grandsons. Without hesitation I told her that I would take pictures of Daniel’s Tree for her, for her grandsons, and in honor of dearly departed son.
She grabbed me, hugged me tight, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “You are a treasure to me!”
“As are you to me,” I whispered back through the lump in my throat.
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Parents should never have to bury their children. It’s cruel, heartbreaking, and seemingly wrong. Why it happens no one will know for sure. What we do know, though, is that there is genuine goodness in the world amidst all the cruelty. It starts with one person, one kind word, one smile, one embrace, one tree blooming, one camera pointed, one blue sky, and one hope that our loved ones---even the smallest of the small---watch over us while we remain on this earth becoming a treasure despite the pain.
Photo and words courtesy of Guest Blogger / Honorary Sister Mishelle Lane or as many of you know her Secret Agent Mama.
Reader Comments (47)
As I work tonight watching over mom's with their babys still tucked safely inside; I think about the woman at the end of the hall who is waiting her labor with a baby inside her who will never take a breath. She is 36 weeks pregnant and has no explanation for her loss.
I had two moms like this last week so thankfully don't have to be the nurse caring for her tonight. I did want to post about my experience last week tho. My parents opted to have a photographer come in and photograph their 22 weeks twins who were stillborn. He was part of an organization called Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep. I carefully helped him and watched him lovingly take the photo's that would be a treasure to these heartbroken parents.
Treasure's come in all sizes...
thank you for sharing.
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http://lifesignatures.wordpress.com/2008/09/28/matts-place-proof-that-god-exists/
It's every mom's unspoken nightmare.
Daniel lives...through sharing his story, his mother's love and Daniel's tree...and his mother knows this.
I'll smile all day thinking of this...for truly it's not a sad story, but a reminder of the beauty of life we're given and not to take one moment for granted. That each of us deeply touches others whether we realize it or not.
Thank you.
The day the tree came down and I pulled into the garage of my new naked home, I saw her outside and immediately ran out to give my salutations. We chatted amiably for quite a bit, several other neighbors joined us for an afternoon discussion against the leaning brick wall. When I came inside my teen boys said' How can you be friendly with her?' I told them it is sad to lose the tree, but now we have a friend. I hope to have many more chats on the leaning brick wall....
Thank you for this story the lessons therein.
I glanced through the comments, and thought, o' sheez......what's this going to be about.....afterward, I determined that I wasn't going to be a crybaby--like I so often am.
Needless to say, my predetermined rumination was ill prepared for how touching this story really was. Thank you so much for sharing this with us today. Michelle, you are a terrific writer!
~WW
As a bereaved mother myself, I know firsthand how healing and comforting photographs are. I'm so glad Jody mentioned Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep. I delivered a beautiful baby boy (7 lbs 3 ozs) on November 3, 2007 who was not breathing. My heart is still broken, and I wonder if it ever will be fixed in this life. But one thing that really helps is to have pictures of him.
I have a photographer friend who embarked on an experiment with me. I wanted to have family pictures taken in the cemetary at the time of year my baby was born, and then use PS to "add him in", so that I could have a complete family portrait. I studied pictures of me holding him in the hospital, then took a white blanket and held that in similar fashion while she photographed us. Later I used the Magic Wand tool (it took hours, and I'm still not 100% satisfied) to cut my sweet baby's picture out and place it in my arms in the new picture. I LOVE looking at the photo now. It represents my family as it should be -- no, as it really is. (Here's a link to the post on my blog that shows the finished product: http://mamasboys4.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-18-photoshop.html )
Didn't mean to write a novel! Sorry! You just really touched my heart today, and I thank you.
She has managed to become a part of our family and we are honored by that. :)
Best to you all.....
Laura
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