When Mindy left this world, her teddy bear came to live with me.
At that time of excruciating grief, it brought so little and yet so much comfort.
Last year, a niece was born... and bore her name... Leela Dymind.
And it was time for someone else, someone whom Mindy would have loved passionately, to share her bear.
So, off it flew to California.
And today, this beautiful picture appeared.
A niece.
A bear.
A balloon.
And I cried happy, cleansing tears.
For a time long past.
And I smiled.
For a future so bright.
What a cutie! And a beautiful story...
ReplyDeleteI have a bear too. The other day, Kyrie saw the name "Sharon" and said, "Wasn't that your friend who died?" I told her that it was "Shannon" but I was so impressed because she does not know the story. She only knows I wasn't happy when her 2-year old self crawled up to that bear and tore the tag with S's name off of it. And she still remembers the grief that caused me. I hope I can be more unselfish. Proud of you.
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