Every year a charity here sells two different editions of teddy bear. The practice is you buy one, and another gets donated to local hospitals to be given to any child who has the misfortune of being an inpatient around Christmas time. I’ve been buying them for years, with the ‘take home’ one being sent on to various grandchildren or others who might benefit from a bear in hand. Last year it went to my poor sister-in-law who is suffering from Alzheimer’s. She won’t remember it any more than she does me, but for a few minutes it brightened her life.
I have to admit not all the bears find new homes. There’s one living out at the cabin, and two more here at the house. Now this one has come to join them, at least for now. Because just for now I am the one who needs a bear.
Wandering Words 