Years ago my grandfather was dying of complications from Alzheimer’s. My little sister gave him a white stuffed bear with a pink heart on the stomach while he was in his death bed. When you squeezed the bear it said “I love you” in a prerecorded voice. He would constantly squeeze the bear and the voice made him smile. My grand pop had the bear in his bed until he passed away. Several days before he died my mother made him promise that he would somehow let them know he had “made it there safe.” After he died we placed the bear on the mantel above the fire place. The family gathered shortly after his death to remember him. Just as we all sat down in the living room, the bear started speaking on its own.

“I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU…”

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