She and Diana’s friend Susannah helped Lily into a sleeveless formal dress. The chance to be with Lily-to help her granddaughter-was the only thing keeping her in one piece. Peg, who was Diana’s mother, was still in shock, numb with grief, exhausted by bearing witness to what her only child had been through after she’d been diagnosed with leukemia, two and a half years earlier. Instead, I concentrated on tasks at hand: making calls to a woman who ran a funeral home out of what seemed to be her Brooklyn apartment (for a reasonable price, she handled the cremation), following up with a Ninth Avenue bakery (confirming the color of the iced letters, as well as the message on the double-chocolate cake). It would have been cruel to ruin the festivities for her. This was going to be her first real birthday party. Daddy’s big girl didn’t come up to my waist, wasn’t close to looking above the bathroom sink and seeing her reflection. Lily was focussed on one thing, the event that Diana had been determined to stay alive for, but had missed by three scant days: party party party. I accidentally kicked at some colored wooden blocks scattered along the throw rug. Darkness shadowed our overstuffed and unkempt belongings, everything just like when we’d left-the metal walker still next to Diana’s desk, the schedule for the visiting nurse taped to the bedroom door. Even with newly painted walls and smooth floors, our apartment remained tawdry. Instead, a friend helped me repaint, sand down rough surfaces. We’d almost moved to a place in Harlem, but the owners hadn’t wanted dogs, and I couldn’t abandon my aged Shih Tzu. She’d been anxious to find somewhere better, and, though I maintained an unhealthy attachment to my pad-I’d lived here for a decade, it was rent-stabilized, convenient-I agreed to search. Did I need help? I started to answer then broke down, sobbing onto his shoulder.ĭiana had moved into my one-bedroom apartment after we’d married, but she’d been adamant that the place was too small for two adults, let alone with a baby. He was a gay-night-life promoter, coming back from an event. I struggled to unload everything onto the street outside our apartment on Twenty-second. Suitcases and overstuffed trash bags filled the trunk and back seat-Diana’s clothes and underwear, her laptop and pill regimen, her prayer journals, motivational posters, family photos. I vaguely remember getting out of the taxi, the pricks of cold like needles on my face. I’d have to work on funeral arrangements for Diana. Lily was staying with her grandmother Peg, who was in town from Memphis I’d have to talk with Peg in the morning, make sure Lily’s day was occupied, maybe some kind of day trip or museum. Throbbing, from behind my eye sockets, extended into my molars. Winnie the Pooh quotes on life.A dusting of frost coated Fourteenth Street the taxi continued driving away from the hospital, crossing the line dividing downtown from the rest of this dark and morbid city. In tumultuous times, we thought we'd take the time to reflect on the bear's unwavering wisdom. Milne's cleverly crafted Winnie the Pooh stories radiate a unique and friendly warmth that many other children's classics simply failed to deliver. With his collection of friends including Piglet, Tigger, Roo and best pal Christopher Robin, these addictive books prep children for life with the most profound advice and wisdom.ĭespite being written almost 100 years ago, the stories never seem to age. Whether you want to muster the enthusiasm to change your career, or simply fill your mind with positive thoughts, there has never been a children's book so uplifting and utterly enchanting as silly old Winnie the Pooh.Ī story that transcends generations, this loveable character has won the hearts of children and adults alike all over the world. For each of life's unpredictable, soul-searching moments there's a wonderful Winnie the Pooh quote to inspire a life-affirming change.
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