Bear hugs

I was woken up by a bear this morning. I had a minor panic as it is highly unusual for Yogi to leave Callum’s side for anything other than food or walkies so I poked my head around his human’s door just to check as mothers do. All was fine so I got back into bed with a bear who it seemed, just needed a hug. I think if bears could talk, Yogi would be one of deep thought and emotion. He has that sort of look. Perhaps the events of the past week gave rise to his slightly odd behaviour or maybe he just knew I too needed a bear hug. It was one filled with bittersweet memories.

A week that has most definitely belonged to my Tony. Yesterday would have been his 59th birthday which in itself is a time to raise a glass to him but it was Liverpool FC’s triumphant return to Champion status that made it a tough one to remember. His beloved team had finally hit the top after thirty years and he wasn’t leaping around the house shouting ‘Champy oh nees!’. His best friend Dickie said pretty much the same thing on his Twitter feed and I had several other texts on similar veins. It would have been one helluva celebration and whilst many mused at the thought of him up there singing his happiness, he wasn’t down here. Even after two years, emotions can hit you hard when such events bring up the unfairness of it all.

It crossed my mind several times over the past seven days that all this stress involved with solicitors (their end not mine) would have been easily smoothed over by Tony. He would have had all the right documents filed in obvious places and in order of course. He wouldn’t have to dig through wades of nonsensical paperwork trying to find a twenty year old invoice probably because he wouldn’t have thrown it away in the first place. I can hear him chiding me for my impatience as well as shouting at me for shredding all his years of hoarded receipts that took over the loft. And whilst, we would have never moved to France, something he was adamant about as he never got on with the heat and remoteness of L’Horte, I think he is okay with me going. So keep your fingers crossed that he can talk to the powers that be up there and get things moving down here…..

“It’s because I’m smarter than the average bear” (Yogi Bear)