The Broken Cup
This is the Haviland Limoges teacup that belonged to my Mom. I have treasured it since her passing in 1998 using it only for guests and special occasions. On Dec 23, I dropped it while putting it away. Immediately, I flashed back to Oct 1974 and started sobbing. The last time I dropped a tea cup was the day I learned my younger brother had been found dead. I left work early and was in my apartment going through the motions of anything to distract me. Putting dishes away, I had a melt down and a cup fell out of my hands, smashing on to the floor.
Grief works in mysterious ways. We never know when a wave will wash over us. On that day last month, I mourned again the loss of Billy, the loss of my Mom and now the loss of this teacup which had connected us. (My Mom bought the cup when she was managing the Haviland showroom at the Merchandise Mart. That's where she was when she got the news about my brother.) As I held the pieces in my hand, I felt the words 'the broken heart does mend' and my tears abated. I will glue the cup back together (hopefully with a bit of artistic flair). Although it will no longer hold tea, it will serve as a reminder of the healing process and the power of love for self and others.