When Ruby’s daughter, Cindy, began talking about a “friend” named William, Ruby assumed it was someone familiar. But when Cindy said the friend had the same name as Ruby’s father—who had passed away—it changed everything.
Ruby grew up in a close family. As an only child, she shared a strong connection with her parents. They attended every one of her field hockey games and parent-teacher meetings, always showing support. Even in college, they visited often, bringing homemade meals that made Ruby feel loved.
But after her father died, Ruby’s world shifted.
Ruby now had her own family—a caring husband named Dean and their six-year-old daughter, Cindy. Since her father’s death, Ruby’s mom wasn’t herself anymore. Once a lively, creative woman, she lost her energy the day Ruby’s dad was buried. She became quieter, distant, and held onto Cindy like she needed her to fill an emptiness.
Ruby’s mom often took Cindy on outings, and while they mostly had fun, Ruby recently noticed something odd. After these visits, Cindy would come home crying and avoiding her, which made Ruby uneasy. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, though.
One afternoon, while baking cupcakes, Ruby gently asked Cindy about it. “Why do you cry when Grandma brings you back? Did something happen?” she asked while stirring the batter.
Cindy paused before answering, “It’s because of Grandma’s friend. He’s always there.”
“Which friend?” Ruby asked, surprised. “Grandma usually doesn’t have anyone else with her.”
Cindy smiled a little, recalling a happy moment. “Grandma asks me to say hi to William before we eat. Who’s William, Mommy?”
The name hit Ruby hard. William was her father’s name.
Keeping calm, Ruby replied, “Oh, that’s okay, sweetie. Let’s finish these cupcakes.” But inside, her mind raced with worry.
The next day, after leaving Cindy and Dean to enjoy some movies, Ruby knew it was time to talk to her mom. She had to figure things out.
When Ruby mentioned Cindy talking about William, her mom’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Ruby,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to frighten Cindy.”
“Frighten her? What’s going on, Mom?” Ruby asked, feeling more concerned.
Her mother held Ruby’s hand, her voice shaky. “I still feel your dad’s presence. Talking about him helped me cope with the loneliness. I didn’t realize I was doing it around Cindy. I didn’t mean to confuse or scare her.”
Ruby’s heart hurt for her mom. She had struggled with losing her dad too, but hadn’t understood how deeply it affected her mother.
“I know you miss him,” Ruby said softly, “but Cindy doesn’t understand. She’s just a little girl, and this is confusing for her.”
They spent hours sharing memories of Ruby’s dad, talking over coffee and donuts. In the end, Ruby suggested her mom explain things to Cindy.
Her mom agreed, realizing that while talking to Dad brought her comfort, Cindy wasn’t ready to understand it.
In the weeks that followed, Ruby’s mom spoke to Cindy about her feelings, helping her realize that Grandpa William wasn’t a ghost or an imaginary friend, but a special memory.
Mom even started seeing a therapist to work through her grief, which helped her a lot. Her mood improved, and she began painting again—a hobby she and Cindy enjoyed together.
Cindy quickly returned to enjoying her time with Grandma. As a family, they found healing. Though Ruby’s mom still talked to her father, she did it in private now. They were all moving forward, stronger than before.
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