Never ever throw a baby blanket at a grieving mother. Yes, this picture is recreated because last night, when he wasn’t thinking, Jason threw this blanket up on the bed where I was laying. He didn’t realize what a horrible mistake he had made until he heard me crying. To his credit, he was gentle and compassionate and held me while I cried, but I can’t get his words out of my head: “Sam, you can’t do that. Mr. Bear isn’t a baby”. Trust me. I am painfully aware of this.
I know he probably didn’t realize what it was when he threw it. I know it doesn’t mean he hurts for her any less than I do, but sometimes I can’t help ask why. Why me…why her…why us. Just like grief, the questions are endless.