Yesterday I found my daughter an angel bear, brand new, exactly like my son’s, for fifty cents. This bear, he just came to me, I don’t know how. I will save him I think, for awhile, until the time is right. Maybe that time will be tomorrow, maybe for River’s birthday this year. Maybe it will be longer, until my daughter will understand more about this angel bear and I can tell her the story of the salty port where River’s bear was found.

I have seen my daughter fix her gaze on River’s angel bear, next to his ashes, although she hasn’t said a word.

But, I want River to have his own angel bear, and I want her to have her own angel bear for River too…

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