The park bench where we sat is lonely without you. The laughter, the tears, the whispered thoughts are silent. An occasional passerby may sit and rest not realizing that is is our bench, where we spent time together. When I return there and sit, listening to the sounds around me, sometimes I think I hear us once again…like it was once…the laughter, the tears, the whispered thoughts.
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We love the bear created for my dad, Wally. A gentle and kind man with a love for God and family. His grandson sleeps with the bear and hugs it tight! Thank you, Bonnie!!