And to assist in its’ entrance, is sweet little Springs, a pretty little miniature teddy bear with flowers and a patio rocker.
She is currently available in my Etsy shop! Just click the link on the right hand side of your screen.
Thank you everyone who commented on my previous post. I am happy it is Spring, for I feel the healing power of new life.
Hugs from Vicki and the bears!
Two weeks ago today, my sister passed away.
I was at my Mother’s when I got the call, cleaning her house while she napped. I was well into my sixth week of a nightmare trying to help her recover from an operation she had in January.
My sister was in poor health for many years. She had been in a nursing home for the past few months and actually seemed happier than I remember her being in a long time.
She was my confidant. My friend. The only one I could really talk to about how I felt about things, because she felt the same way I did.
I miss her so much.
I can’t seem to stop the tears sometimes. I know I am being selfish, because she was in so much pain before she died. But I miss her.
The day she died, I couldn’t even call my friends. They had been so supportive of my predicament with my Mother that how could I tell them this?
Sometimes life just seems to hand us too much.
And that day, it was too much.
I have since left my Mother’s house and have had time to grieve a bit. Grieving around my Mother was not an option.
We took two different paths, my sister and I. I became an overachiever/perfectionist, to fill the hole in my insides; she didn’t give a damn and slowly began to die from overindulgence and internal pain.
Although our paths were different, our feelings were the same. Selfishly, I will miss our talks, our sharing the pain, our laughing. She laughed so well.
I have thought long and hard about sharing this on my blog.
But this is part of my life. And life is just hard sometimes.
This day was dedicated to my Sister. I read her yearbooks, played her favorite music, put her picture here on my desk so we could share the day together. Now it is evening. Time to put away the toys and memories of childhood/ good and not so good, and get ready for bed.
This was a good day. Tears and grief don’t turn good days into bad days. And tomorrow will be a better day, I just know it.
Love from Vicki and the bears.
P.S I love you, Sister. I feel you with me. I thank God for you in my life. We’ll still have our talks. I’ll try hard to hear you.
I’m happy to report my first creations of 2014 are finally finished, two pups, Millicent and Manny.
It’s been a tough week. My aging Mother was admitted for surgery on Monday. Long story short, she is now home and doing well.
For any of you who have been through this with a parent, I know you know how it is. It is difficult in a way that can’t be explained.
It’s like that truth in living one moment at a time.
So, today I’m using some of those moments to revitalize myself in my self-created world of bears (and puppies it seems).
Love and hugs, Vicki and the bears and dogs!
Submitted by my friend, Bine.
In October 2013 Cubby and Badger went on Holiday with their German parents in their camping car. Both were so excited that they danced and rocked on the dashboard. Finally their first long journey started. They travelled straight across through France to reach the Atlantic Ocean.
On one of these roaming tours, Badger suddenly screamed in an already breaking of his voice, pointing with his paw into the appropriate direction – we stopped the car at once! And unbelievable but true, the reason why Badger was so excited was the name “Vicky” on a sign near the road. Now tears dropped from the eyes of both bears; and Cubby sighed swaying to and fro; sweet memories; obviously remembering a cradle.
The next morning – as every morning – they had French breakfast, of course, with quail eggs, goat’s cheese and baguette. Cubby tried to ride on the baguette, but unfortunately always in vain.
In an unobserved moment, Badger pinched several quail eggs and ate them hidden behind the robin shopping bag, his favorite. He kept two eggs in order to hide them in the baguette that he had excavated for hard times.
After breakfast they went to an old castle where Badger climbed a pile and became the first to sit on top! “What an experience to see the world from above!” he thought. And Cubby??? He didn’t succeed in climbing on top of the pile; he leaned against the pile, exhausted, with all his muscles out of control.
The next day they went to the seaside. It was their last day at the Atlantic Ocean. All of a sudden Badger climbed on a pale, sat down on top, sucking his thumb with his left hand and holding a pinched little tomato in his right arm while he watched the sea.
Cubby, who again wasn’t able to climb that high, was satisfied with a lower seat.
Sunset was the time when they sat together and dreamed of Vicki and Alaska until the full moon rose in their back.
Thank you, Bine, for sharing this story with me and our friends on the Blog. I almost feel like I was able to go with you on your trip and share the fun with you and the bears. Big smiles and gratitude. Love and hugs, too!!!
Cyrus was my final creation of 2013 and I believe he will be my inspiration for more pups in 2014.
I’m feeling my mojo returning after a brief Christmas respite.
Happy New Year to all my friends here on the blog!
Hugs from Vicki and the Bears!
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