The following is a former winner of the Amazing but Incredibly True Story Contest.
Copyright Catherine Martin, 1997
This past Jamuary my mother died, leaving me feeling lost and angry. I felt I didn't get a chance to say what I wanted to say to her before she died. I knew however that my mother had suffered tremendously through many years of illness, and that through death she'd find comfort and peace.
My mother didn't own anything of financial value: a few notebooks, an address book, and a favorite pillow shaped like a lamb. These items were what she treasured, especially her favorite pillow which she'd named "Lammy." Lammy went every where with Mom: to the doctor's, on hospital stays, and on her bed at home when she slept. She was never without it.
During her funeral, I asked my sister if they had placed Mother's lamb pillow with her but they had not. No one besides me really knew how special it was to her, nor did anyone even think about what she might have wanted. After the funeral I wondered, if Lammy wasn't with my mother, then where was Lammy? My mother had lived with her brother and sister, but had spent so much time in the hospital, no one really knew where her few possessions were. I was crushed and determined to find my mother's pillow.
I called her brother and sister, I called the hospital she had been in, and even called the funeral home where she was originally taken. My quest for this little pillow became expensive due to the fact that I lived nearly three thousand miles away from where my mother had lived.
This past March I had pretty much given up my search, but was still feeling a very empty feeling inside. Hope never left my heart however, because what had been so very special to my mother had become very special to me. I simply felt that whereever Lammy was, my mother was looking down and knew that my heart was with her in memory and her little Lammy.
On the 25th of March 1997, while I was sitting at my computer, I heard a knock at my door. When I looked out the window, I found a messenger from a delivery company. It wasn't the usual delivery company which brought mybusiness supplies, but I signed for the single package anyway and set it beside the several other boxes next to the door. I went back to my computer and continued to do my work, not giving the package any further thought.
When my husband came home, he began unpacking the business supplies and putting them away. It was sort of an unspoken agreement that he'd do the record keeping of the supplies. When Rick got down to the last package, he called out my name and said that the box was not part of the normal supply shipment and was addressed to me personally. I went into the livingroom and looked over the package, but couldn't find a label saying who had sent it. Rick and I sat down and pulled the tape off of the box and opened the lid. To my surprise, there in the bottom of the box was my mother's Lammy! I was shocked and again looked for the address label on the box. A moment later, Rick discovered a small note in the bottom of the box. I opened it and read:
"I am right here with you so Please Help Take Care of my Lammy, I knew that you would not rest until we were together again. Love Mom."
I hugged that pillow all the rest of that night, still in shock over the fact that my mother had made arrangement prior to her death to assure that Lammy was sent to me, though I still don't know who sent the package. That night, while I slept, I held that pillow close to me, just as my mother had. I woke off and on throughout the night, feeling as if I was waiting for something to happen and indeed it did. I saw my mother that very night, holding what looked like Lammy in her arms. Mother told me not to worry, that Lammy was with the both of us and that she knew that I would be the only one who would truly love Lammy the way she did. Lammy is now the only pillow on my bed and always will be.
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