The gift that was placed into my tiny hands at the age of one was a warm, fluffy bear.
Gifted by the one who understood me through it all, this soft bear meant the world and more.
The bear helped bring heaven to me, to see the one I loved.
The tiny bear was magical and was my life.
The bright yellow bear floods my head with numerous memories of my past years.
The best memories, the ones that remind you to smile more everyday and the dark memories that show the pain and grief.
The bear held my biggest secrets and wiped away my tears.
It was as if the bear was always there helping me through life’s greatest challenges.
The yellow bear was dressed in a vibrant red shirt that barely fit over its rotund stomach.
I truly believed that he could not wear the shirt due to how many honey pots he ate.
His velvety arms surrounded me, comforting me through the darkest points, when no one else could.
