Memories of my relationship with my Teddy: Was it just my Teddy?

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven: … A time to love and a time to hate. Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 8 Was it just my Teddy?Or was it my first love?It was what I cried forand wouldn’t go to sleep withoutWas it just a comforter?Or was itContinue reading “Memories of my relationship with my Teddy: Was it just my Teddy?”

My autobiography in 433? words. Starting with a definite unknown date and ending with a known date.

I once asked a Lady Hospital Chaplin the question: ” How do people die?” Her reply was rather quick: ” The same way they live.” So I start my autobiography with these simple sentences: I want to die graciously not wanting more time nor regretting what I have had. I want to die in theContinue reading “My autobiography in 433? words. Starting with a definite unknown date and ending with a known date.”