My mother died unexpectedly, leaving my seven-year-old son heartbroken. After her funeral, I found him sleeping inside our dog’s crate with something hidden against his chest. When I asked what it was, he whispered, “Grandma told me not to show Daddy.”
My mother, Margaret, died at 74.
One week she was making cookies with my son, and the next I was standing beside her coffin, trying to understand how a person could disappear so quickly.
My seven-year-old, Boston, adored her.
Every Saturday she came to our house with a tin of cookies, and they spent hours playing with our golden retriever, Buddy.
After the funeral, my husband, Grant, drove me home.
My sister, Elise, had stayed with Boston because he couldn’t bear to attend the service.
“He’s been asking for Grandma all day,” Elise whispered when we arrived.
I went upstairs, but Boston wasn’t in his room.
Then Buddy whined from the laundry room.
I found my son curled inside the dog’s large crate, holding a small black phone against his chest.
Buddy lay outside, his nose pressed against the bars.
“Boston, sweetheart?”
He woke and clutched the phone tighter.
“Mommy, please don’t take it.”
I recognized it immediately. It was Margaret’s old phone.
“Where did you get that?”
“Grandma gave it to me.”
“Sweetheart, Grandma couldn’t have given it to you today.”
“Last Saturday,” he whispered. “She said if something happened, I should hide it with Buddy.”
My stomach tightened.
He added, “She said not to show Daddy.”
Footsteps sounded behind me.
Grant appeared in the doorway.
“What’s going on?”
Boston scrambled farther inside the crate.
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