Growing up we always knew, this was Mom's bear. We could come and snuggle it if we were in her bedroom with her, but the bear was NOT to leave the room, and should always be up on a shelf so the dog didn't get it. This bear was the one that Mom took with her to all of the Mother Daughter banquets we went to where we were encouraged to bring our furry friends, but I made fun of Mom a little, because hers was no longer furry - in fact, she loved the fur right off of it. This bear was placed in Mom's cradle at the hospital shortly after she was born, and it stayed with her always. It's the one thing that we always loved, and she did too. When she started getting sicker and I arrived in South Dakota, we all started to look for the bear. We thought It might bring her comfort, and us too. We could not locate the darn thing anywhere. We looked through every storage shed, every bin, every closet in Kathy's and in Shannon's house, and we decided that It must have got
Our life in the BIG city!