Bears

My Mum never had a teddy bear as a child so once I found that out I occasionally bought her lovely soft bears! Most sat on Dad's pillow after he died so she always had something to hug when things were bad. I know she loved them all.
I occasionally talk to them and hug them myself now that Mum has gone too.
The two brown ones are mine - the big one was bought for me by my first love when I was 21, the second I bought for Bob in our first year together and is called Gund. He is a widely travellled bear as he came with us on our road trip to Norway and many other journeys since.