Saturday, March 22, 2008

Went over to help Mom in Phoenix. Seems like everything is business as usual. Thing I love about Mom is that she always kept our rooms just as we left them. I went in Teddy’s room and found a stuffed tiger he’d stolen from me in third grade. It was buried in the back of his closet. Mom took Teddy’s picture off the mantelpiece. I don’t know where it is.


Anonymous said...

I know how you feel. My sister disappeared when I was nine and my parents still set a place for her at dinner for about a year or so.

Sometimes it's nice to have those reminders around. Sometimes not.

Anonymous said...

My little brother had a stuffed tiger, too. I guess they used to be pretty popular.