After his cardiac arrest, their dad Lived for only a week, and his Daughter's hearts were shattered. They mourned. They missed him. And they wanted teddy bears. They wanted bears made out of their Dad's work shirts, Bears with a pocket since he always Insisted that a shirt needed one, Bears as soft as a squishy pillow that They could cuddle at night, Bears to remind them of his hugs, His love. They asked me to sew the mementoes for Them, but I wasn't capable. However, my friend was. She crafted the two bears, and with left over Fabric the seamstress also sewed and Stuffed one for their mother. Becky picked them up today. I was eager to see her response. "They're adorable," she squealed. She read the note tucked in the pocket: "Made from a shirt I used to wear. When you hold it Know that I'm there. Love, Mark." "It makes me cry," she said. "I know. I cried too," I replied. I suspect my step granddaughters Will also shed tears when they hug Their cuddle bears for the first time. And when they face weepy moments in The weeks to come, they can always Squeeze out a bit more love. |