“Mom, I woke up this morning and knew I had to buy you a bear claw,” Kendall told me over the phone a couple weeks ago, the evening of June 30th.
June 30th, one year ago, was the day Scott suffered a massive heart attack and died three times. Each time the paramedics and the hospital ER staff brought him back. By the time his heart started pumping again at Good Samaritan Hospital, son Steve, his wife Kelli and my younger daughter Kendall were there. More family members including daughter Courtney, arrived over the weekend. Scott was on life support and non-responsive, but we talked to him, kissed him, held his hand and let him know he was loved. On Monday, July 3rd 2017, we released him from pain and let him go.
Not unexpectedly, he didn’t go without having something to say. Several times in the next couple months, he made his presence known to me and other family members. Scott had a huge personality, one that filled a room. You either appreciated that about him or took exception, but either way—he made an impression. Usually he left people laughing. And that brings me back to the bear claw.
Our handyman, Shane, who has become a good friend over the years, used to bring Scott “treats,” particularly when I wasn’t around. And every time I went grocery shopping, Scott would say, “Don’t forget the treats!” I’d try to keep them low-cal, but invariably I’d give in and then we’d end up sharing something wickedly sweet.
A Wednesday when I was home, Shane brought an enormous treat fresh from Legendary Doughnuts. Scott loved it so much, he insisted I go get him another one. I managed to put him off for two days, but as usual I caved and on a Friday afternoon, drove south of Puyallup toward Frederickson in a SNOW STORM to get Scott his treat.
Is that love or foolishness? It was both.
Shane was here this week to replace a bathroom fan. I had to ask him if he remembered what he’d brought that got Scott so worked up about having another one. “A big bear claw. You know the kind with an apple filling and lots of frosting and almonds.” We both laughed when I told him about Kendall’s dream.
In the dream, Kendall saw Scott and me together in a kitchen. Scott greeted Kendall and although she couldn’t remember details, she was left with the impression he wanted her to get me a bear claw. (Kendall had never known about Shane, Scott and the treats).
“I didn’t have time to buy one but thought I could at least tell you about it. I woke up feeling I HAD to buy you a bear claw,” Kendall further explained on the phone. We both shed a few tears and laughed.
I’ll go grocery shopping today and because I know Scott expects me to share somehow, I’ll buy a bear claw.