Granny and Poppa were wed for 71 years. To each other. Never have I ever seen a more devoted duo. They ran a tailor shop in South Africa, so the two of them were terrifically turned-out every day. Each evening, before bedtime, she would coordinate his clothes then make up her mind on a matching outfit of her own. They were immaculate and impeccable until Granny’s eyesight started failing and the combination of spots, stripes, paisley and polka-dots she picked out, would make one dizzy. But he wore what she wanted every day.
They moved into a nursing home together in the later years of their lives, and when my Poppa passed away, aged 98, the staff supplied Granny with a bear to squeeze for solace.
She celebrated her 100th birthday, then passed away as well, six days later. And I became the owner of the bear.
When I watch your posts, good people, I gotta confess I get a bit green with envy while most of you enjoy your bunnies and birds. Your kitties and cows. Your sons and swans. Your daughters and dogs. You see, I don’t have a feathered or furry friend.
So today, I brought out Granny’s bear. I imagine he likes to see the Cyprus sea. And look at laundry too.
Love and light ????