Gordy is a bear; he was actually my mother’s bear. Gordy was born on my mother’s birthday at the Build-A-Bear Workshop in the mall. Mom picked him out herself from the bins of bear bodies at the workshop. On the day that he was stuffed, mom made a wish and planted a kiss upon his heart before it was lovingly placed in his chest. At that moment, his place in my mother’s heart was forever secured.
And Gordy’s heart beat true. He became my mother’s constant companion, she never went anywhere without him. He rarely left mom’s side, accompanying her to meals and dentist appointments, riding with her everywhere her wheel chair would go, carefully wrapped in a baby blanket. He napped when she napped; he sat patiently while she had her hair done …
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