This is a remarkable tale but it is true I swear. When I was a boy I had and loved this very teddy bear. But my older siblings thought I had outgrown him by the time I was 10, so they hid him on me. I never found him and it took me a long time to get over it.
Move forward about 50 years and I am walking in the woods behind Jack’s house and looking up at me (with a tear in his eye) was teddy – exactly the same as I had last seen him, but faded through years in the sun! I ran to Jack’s, put him through the washer, and he was as good as new – and still very dear.
A few years later, I lost him and never thought I’d see him again.
Until this Christmas that is! My daughter, Kathryn, found and returned him to me. Wow! I am so grateful for this Christmas miracle and my constant reminder of Jack. As if anyone needs a constant reminder of Jack.