One of those moments...

Meet Geoffrey...

Geoffrey's been around a long time, longer than the majority of my children. He's part of the family. He's one of us. Or, should I say...one of mine.

My children have grown up with him and know him by name. Have sat with him on many occasions.

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We talk to him as we pass. There he is, sitting gracefully in the corner of our family room.

I have a very large soft spot for giraffes. You can find them all about my house....

There are these unique little guys on my mantle...




...and this neat vase with a momma and her baby...

This one with many faces of the wild...



But NONE of them mean more to me than Geoffrey. He has never meant more to me than at this time in my life. My dad bought him for me years ago and since his passing, I feel even closer to this porcelain animal....a connection.

He's been this little treasure to me in recent weeks, a treasure that my dad gave to me. I felt like it was a little piece of him that he left with me.


So, you can imagine what I felt when I saw this....
I was sitting at my desk talking to my sister when I heard a loud crash in the other room. Of course, whenever I hear this sound, I cringe and wonder what it could have been, hope that it's something insignificant.

As I entered the family room, this is what I saw. That's when my heart fell to the floor and splattered.
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This was most definitely not something insignificant.
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I immediately walked out of the room and ....I cried. I cried in my best friend's ear. My friend who lives a million miles away. I cried.
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I'm sure to some this is so, so silly, but it was very hard for me. Even now, it's difficult for me to not feel it all over again.

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I just hope I can find some super, super strong glue. Otherwise, Geoffrey might remain as he is. Broken, lying on my family room floor. Just as he is.

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p.s. my darling daughter, who happened to be holding Charlie at the time "hit him (on accident) with her hand"?? Geoffrey's head hit the wall which caused the neck injury. Even though I cried a few times yesterday, I did have a laugh or two when I thought of Dawson's assessment of the situation...

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"Momma, Kar-dee killed him! Why mom? Why'd her do dat?"

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p.s.s. if you've ever wondered what those little squigglies are in between my paragraphs??? Occasionally, Blogger wants to combine all my writing into ONE paragraph, and I just don't like that, so this is the quickest fix. Anybody know why this happens sometimes?