Friday, February 4, 2011

The Teddy Bear

The room sat as a mausoleum, undisturbed and used only for remembering and talking to her son when it was too hard not to. Glancing around the room, Jane took a deep breath. It was time to let go. She would only keep the teddy bear he'd chewed the ear off of.

*** Daily Writing Practice ***


  1. So well done, Heather. My heart broke reading that.

  2. I've been sorting through the things my children have outgrown. They are with me everyday and I still had a difficult time choosing what to hold on to and what to give away with. Of course, I was doing this while listening to a show about a family who lost their daughter due to texting and driving.

    I'm glad that sentiment was felt in the little space I had.