Morfar

I'm not special. I just have a lot of memories of how things were before our family was as huge and wonderful as it is now, lots of pictures in my head that i don't have snapshots of.

A whistle.
Sunglasses.
And a tiny black teddy bear.
So Morfar took me shopping. We went from store to store to store, searching and searching and searching for the treasures i could see in my head. The sunglasses probably weren't too difficult. I remember them to be black and plastic. The whistle was one of those round plastic ones, and i think it was some bright color combination, like purple and orange. And then there was the teddy bear. That was the hard one. I could see him in my head. I knew what he looked like, and finding him is the thing that caused all the traveling from store to store to store.

I was a very creative and imaginative child, so i named him Blacky.
And i still have him.
Blacky has stayed with me through 30-something moves, 9 states, and four house fires. He doesn't even smell like smoke anymore.
My Morfar bought him for me.
Today, Morfar turns 94.
One of my most treasured memories. One of my most treasured people.
Happy Birthday, Morfar. I love you more than i can type.
Sweet. =)
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