My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt

It started like any other Sunday walk with my son Mark.

For the past two years, we’ve followed the same route almost without fail. Ever since my wife died, those walks have become something steady in a life that hasn’t felt steady in a long time. Sometimes they feel like therapy. Sometimes just a way to get through the day. Continue Reading ⬇️

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