I love Anne of Green Gables. I remember reading the books and then watching the miniseries when I was a girl. In college, I would seek out fellow lovers of the series and we would binge watch Anne of Green Gables and Anne of Avonlea on a snowy Saturday.

One of the most romantic gestures thus far in my marriage was in 2001 when Matt and I were working for NCHS in Utah. For almost four years we traveled around the country moving from hotel to hotel every 9 weeks. We drove through 47 of the lower 48. (Why we didn't venture up to North Dakota to knock it off the list I will never know.) It felt like an adventure, but looking back it lacked community and ushered in a difficult time in our relationship. However in a Marriott hotel in downtown Provo, I came home from work to find Matt had rented a TV/VCR combo for the night and bought me the Anne of Green Gable: The Continuing Story VHS set. I was able to spend a few hours watching a (mediocre) story play out whilst eating a favorite meal. Total bliss.

In 2013 we were able to take a dream vacation to Prince Edward Island, the setting of Anne of Green Gables. I vividly remember driving across Confederation Bridge from New Brunswick. I hit play on my iPhone and we listened to the AofGG soundtrack as we entered PEI. We took the kids to Green Gables, toured the house and walked the Haunted Woods. We visited Lucy Maud Montgomery's grave and homestead. We walked the north shores and found sea glass.

When Waverly entered her final weeks and hospice was called, our family spent a lot of time in our living room. It has a lot of windows and bright sunny yellow accents. We put yellow tulips in vases and balloons by the sofa. Wavey was cuddled up on the couch with fuzzy socks and soft blankets. And to break up the quiet, we often played music. Whenever I had control of the Bose, I played the Anne of Green Gables soundtrack. It was instrumental and calm. It was reminiscent of my childhood, my dreams of a daughter and our dream vacation with my family.

The past week I have been incredibly grief-stricken. My bed has been my refuge. My motivation is low. I am clumsy and forgetful. In an effort to try to do something, I took a book about grief to our local Starbucks for a coffee and a change of scenery. I was surrounded by people having conversations, so I put in my ear buds and hit play. Instead of the podcast I had just been listening to or the playlist I sang along to in the morning, the Anne of Green Gables soundtrack began. Instantly the tears poured down my cheeks. All of the memories came flooding back and I was overcome with emotion. I miss my little girl.

I miss her giggle as I said "good morning, sunshine" each day. I miss the way a smile would spread across her face and her eyes would light up when she saw me. I miss her soft tummy as I accessed her feeding tube to administer her meds and food. I miss brushing her hair and the little cries she also made because she hated when we would do her hair. I miss the weight of her wheelchair and the way the wheels would catch as I pushed her up the ramp into our van. I miss watching her stare at Oliver as we would drive. I miss the princesses she would hold in her hands. I miss prepping her overnight feeds. I miss smoothing her hair as she sleeps and hearing the slight snores of happy dreams.

I hate using past tense when writing about Waverly.

It's been 11 weeks today.


Anonymous said…
I don't know what to say except that you have been in my thoughts and prayers. I wish you love, strength and peace. I know how difficult it is to lose a loved one. The grief I felt overwhelmed me at times. I have three grown children of my own. I just can't imagine losing one of them. I am Amanda's mother so I have learned about you and your beautiful family through her. You will stay in my thoughts and prayers. Peace be with you.
Danielle said…
Hello Emily. I am so sorry to read about your family's loss. I want you to know that your writings about Waverly will help me help another child. I am a nursing student who just started a clinical rotation in hospice care. Today I learned that my preceptor and I will be caring for a child in the end stage of MPS III tomorrow and throughout the next 6 weeks.

I had never heard of the disease and had no idea what to expect, but I've now spent several hours researching online. Thank you so much for providing a window into the gut wrenching experiences you all went through (and continue to feel) as well as describing some simple things that brought comfort. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this insight. My hope is that it will help me care for our patient and also make me a better future nurse.

My thoughts will be with you and your family, and in memorial to Waverly.


Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Anne has always been a favourite for our family on a snowy day, and I can often remember having several snow days home from school with my mum and sister where we would binge watch it each day. That movie is particularly nostalgic (especially the soundtrack!) Anne's innocence must remind you a lot of Wavey! I think about you guys often and pray for comfort and peace. Thanks for continuing to share.
Kavita said…
Thinking of you Shannon. Your writing is so powerful and beautiful. Your strength is amazing.

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