I brought my bear home. It feels so weird to look at an urn and realize that there's nothing left but ash and small bone fragments.
The urn is beautiful and sits by my bed along with her blanket, a picture of her, and my lava lamp that was passed along to me by my Dad.
I miss my bear. I vaccuumed last night. I hated to do it, because I was cleaning her hair and erasing her paw prints... it hurt so much. I cried the whole time, kept wondering how I had ever even got to that point.
How was it that after so many years I could have got to the point where I was in so much pain??