A few years ago, my Pop passed away and Mom took it pretty hard. Pop
was her best friend, well, the whole ball of wax. He had a habit of giving
her stuffed animals for special gifts. A favorite was a bear, that played
several different Christmas hymns when you pressed its paw. Mom used
one wall in her bedroom and hung each of her animals on display. So
many that she had to use a ladder.
One afternoon, a couple of months later, she returned from town really
down and missing Pop, she went to the bedroom to change clothes, when
she heard Christmas music. Bewildered, she turned around and realized
that it was the bear on the wall. She knew it was Pop. He was there to
comfort her and let her know he was near and watching after her.
Mom could not reach the bear without a ladder and it is all I can do to
reach it, let alone, press its paw to play its music. Since that time, there
have been other small things happen to all of us to let us know he loves
us and is near. I truly thank God for this as it does wonders for my Mom.
Linda Tyler, Texas