awww, Jane. I think I know "somewhat" how you feel. My favourite teddy (which I named Maria for some unknown reason) was given to me by my father when I was 3. 40 years later (and 10 years ago), when he was in palliative care, I returned Maria to keep him company. She had a music box inside her. It played "All Through The Night". She was cremated with him, and while I do not have a picture, I would still like to post the memory.
Edited by Jakeroo (Thu Nov 25 2010 07:55 PM)
As much as I love my friends, I won't jump off a bridge WITH them. Instead, I think it's in our mutual interest for one of us to try to catch the other when they fall.