Remember when I came to spend those beautiful, unforgettable, crazy, fun, too short on time, days with you at your mom’s? Well, this was the last day we had together. We were rushing, trying to make our way to San Francisco to Pier 39 just to squeeze in a few more hours of quality time.
We had a plan. We wanted to ride the Ferris wheel and go to Build-A-Bear. But there wasn’t enough time, so we had to choose.
What we both knew, though, was that I needed something, something I could hold onto that would remind me of you when you weren’t there. So of course, we went to Build-A-Bear. And that’s where Sunni Moon was born… our son.
I never thought a teddy bear could hold so much meaning. I slept with it, drove with it, and probably wore out the little voice recorder just replaying you over and over again. It was such a bittersweet time.
That memory has stayed with me in a way that’s hard to explain. I don’t know if I’ve ever missed someone so deeply… or felt like such a big part of me was suddenly gone.
How does a little teddy bear ends up carrying a whole piece of someone’s presence…
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