type of talk would occur between these two every time they would get anywhere
near each other, and each time Harper would laugh uncontrollably. Cindy
knew exactly how to make Harper laugh no matter what the situation was.
Unfortunately, she knew what made her cry. You see, after my mom died, Cindy
became very helpful to my dad. She would help with the shopping and sometimes
make dinner. She also was the only person that could get Harper to sleep
at night. Sometimes she would read a story to her, or sometimes would make
up a silly one off the top of her head. But most times, she would just sit
on the bed with her and talk about whatever was on Harper's mind at that
particular moment. I think Harper was used to mom, a woman playing this
role, and Dad just couldn't fill that empty space Harper was experiencing
no matter how hard he tried. Though Mimi tried to comfort her, we all knew
that Mimi was also mom's mom, and she was feeling just as sad as the rest
of us. Dad and Mimi usually comforted each other. They were both grown-ups,
and had to deal with grown-up problems on top of it. Though when Harper
was ready to go to sleep, she would ask Cindy to call Dad and Mimi in. They
would usually come in to kiss her, tuck her in before she went off and closed
her eyes. Mr. Pickles, her stuffed pickle, would always be under her arm
when she slept. To me he looked like a "deformed cactus with zits", but
what did I know. As for me, I didn't need as much comforting as the others.
Sure, I felt the same pain they did, I just wasn't one to express my feelings
in front of anyone I guess, and I think Dad was a little worried about this.
But I would encourage him now and again that I was O.K. and that if I needed
to talk to someone, he would be the first to hear about it. Maybe that was
the problem, I never liked to talk to anyone when I felt sad. I would normally
just go upstairs to my bedroom, lie on my bed with my face to the pillow,
and "bawl my eyes out".