Elena’s Room

We brought Anabelle home when she was just a puppy the week before Christmas 2007. I think that Anabelle has a lot of the personality traits that Elena had — Kim thinks I’m nuts. There’s no reason we can’t both be right.

Kim noticed that Anabelle never showed any interest in Elena’s room. The dog loved to wander here and there in the house getting into trouble wherever she went but there was nothing calling her in Elena’s room. There was no life there–no scent–nothing to lure her in.

We didn’t keep Elena’s room as a shrine, we just never went in to clean it out. We weren’t ready to repurpose it in any way. We knew what the dog knew–it was no longer Elena’s room. We just weren’t ready to do anything about it.

And then last summer we got an email asking if we would house a Chinese teacher named Kevin. Kevin was one of a group of teachers from China who would spend a couple of years in Shaker teaching Chinese at the elementary schools.

We thought about it and decided that it sounded like a good idea. Maggie could share our bathroom so that Kevin would have his own and Kevin would stay in Elena’s room.

We emailed back the next day and said yes but someone else had already answered that they could provide a room for Kevin and so Elena’s room remained unused.

A couple of months later we got another email. Peggy, one of the other teachers needed to find another place to stay. Might we be willing to offer a room to a female teacher for the fall semester?

Again we answered yes. With a female we could even have Maggie share the bathroom with her. Our only condition was that the young woman come over and meet Anabelle. We weren’t getting the dog’s approval of Peggy, we needed to make sure that Peggy was comfortable with the dog before she moved in.

The other thing we wanted Peggy to know was that she would be staying in Elena’s room. We were clear that Elena hadn’t died in the room but we wanted to be upfront with her that she was staying in the bedroom of a young girl who had died.

Everything went well and we agreed on a day.

As the day grew near we knew that we’d have to clean out Elena’s room. Kim and her mom did most of the work. Kim had been giving clothes and other items away over the years but now she had to go through everything. I’d forgotten how tiny she was when she died–her clothes were so small. Although I hadn’t aged her in my mind I must have grown her a bit as Maggie grew. Elena was always this much smaller than Maggie so in my mind she kept pace.

Kim and her mom changed the sheets, put away the bed rails, packed away the clothes and toys and then they dusted, vacuumed, and scrubbed every inch of the room.

I brought the bagged items up to the attic and cleared away the coats and the shoes.

And that’s when I saw it.

Hanging on the back of the closet door was a purse that I’d made for Elena.

I had taken the girls to a yarn shop and had them each pick out colors for their purse. Maggie chose a maroon and Elena chose a mustard yellow. I knit a big floppy purse for each one of them. Maggie’s was maroon with mustard yellow trim and Elena’s was mustard yellow with maroon trim. A little bit of each of them in the other’s purse. I trimmed both purses with a few rows of fuzzy shaggy yarn.

Then it was time for each of them to transform their own purse. Elena came with me to the basement and felted hers. The floppy purse tightened up and became a beautiful smooth felt purse. Once it dried Maggie came down to felt hers. That year that was the only Channukah present I gave each of them.

I’d forgotten about them until I found Elena’s hanging from the back of her closet door.

Peggy moved in a few days later. We still refer to her room as Elena’s room. Then again we still refer to the house two door’s down as the Phelan house even though they moved out years ago.

Some time back, I don’t remember when, Peggy asked Kim if she could stay for the whole year. Kim said yes. At the beginning of February Kim stopped for pizza and gourmet cupcakes on her way back from work. Peggy happened to join us for dinner that night. As we sat down Kim asked Peggy when her birthday was. We had just missed it. So after the meal Kim put candles in one of the cupcakes and we sang Happy Birthday to Peggy. Peggy was very happy and asked Kim where she got those cupcakes.

That was the beginning of February. Somehow I thought Elena’s room would be empty again during this anniversary of the day of her death and the day of her birth. It was kind of nice that it wasn’t.

Last night Peggy came down the stairs around seven o’clock and said she’d was going out but would be back.

“Where did she go,” Kim asked me.

“I don’t know, she didn’t say,” I said.

“The library?” Kim pressed as if asking me more specific questions would help me remember something I didn’t know.

“I don’t know.”

An hour and a half later Peggy came back. “Sorry,” she said, “I got lost. Some of the streets were closed for construction.”

Kim made sure she was ok.

“Here,” Peggy said holding out a pink box.

“What is it?” Kim asked.

“Cupcakes,” said Peggy, “for Elena’s birthday.”

We decided we’d wait til morning to eat them as everyone was full. Maggie put the box up high so that Anabelle couldn’t eat them.

Peggy said goodnight and headed up to Elena’s room.

Published in: on March 4, 2011 at 2:16 pm  Comments (10)  

10 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Thanks for continuing to share Elena’s story with the world. May G-d comfort and bless you.

  2. Thank you that you started writing again.

  3. Thanks, Daniel and Kim. I was just thinking about Elena for no apparent reason and hoping that you were still writing. I’m so glad you are, and I’m sending you all a big hug.

    Love,
    Diane Roberto

  4. Hi Daniel and Kim, I was thinking of you both and Maggie the past few weeks. I am glad to see some new stories Daniel and I thank you for sharing them. Your love for your family is so endearing and it gives me an even deeper level of understanding for how precious our children are and the time we spend or spent with them. Big hugs to you all. With Love, Cindy

  5. Thank you for posting again. You have no idea how much what you have written about Maggie has affected me. Your openness since her tragic loss has been a generous window into your lives.

    I often think about you and your family, and am glad I again checked into your site, which I have never deleted from my bookmarks since I discovered it years ago. You are such a wonderful writer.

  6. Please forgive me. Of course, I meant to say Elena.

  7. Hello,
    you may not belive me and I will unerstand if you just direcared this comment, but my name is really Elena Joynson and when I found your website it deeply saddened me that youo had lost your little girl. I am only 14 but i try every day to understand how you may possibly feel about your lose I send my thoughts and recareds to all your family

    Sicerly,
    Elena Carol Dawn Joynson

  8. What a nice story. Thank you for posting it.

  9. I haven’t written since the year Elaina died. I still live on Warrington. I still share the same heartbreak and the same cemetery as you and your family. My daughter is in a different section, but I’ve seen Elaina’s grave. I’ve also been able to smile and see the hearts on the trees on Coventry—I’ve pointed them out to my family…there lives goodness, memory; there lives Elaina. I see Maggie sometimes when I pick up my 9th grader at the H.S. She is often walking home with Ezra, holding hands, finding love and friendship. She does not know me, but I know Ezra, and I know her…as a sister who has lost a sister, as my own daughter has. We are strangers in real life…but not really….we are bonded together through our mutual loss and love…perhaps one day we will meet…Charlotte

  10. So sorry I misspelled her name in that post…ELENA…ELENA…ELENA…so sorry


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