Comfort comes from the unexpected places

The summer came quickly at an end while the winter was introduced. Like the majority of the years, the family envisaged impatiently sharing the holidays together.

Although every year became a little because more difficult miles which maintained physically distant to us, in our hearts we remained narrow. What I always liked the majority about time with my family is the laughter and the pleasure of the simple things.

Surprisingly, even that which we appreciate that we often take for granted. Without them to realize, I took for grateful that my mother and father, with their beginning of the year '60 in the `89, would be around during years to come. Years which in one moment seemed to be torn of my reality.

It was lit has late Monday evening in September of this year when I received the dreaded call. “If you want to see your alive father, you must come quickly.” These words sounded in my head while I négligemment threw fabrics in the air in a bag. My reasoning was such as a bag of grocer torn in scraps would be enough as a my luggage.

My reasoning was also such as rather than to obtain immediately on the road, I felt obliged to make my father his cookies preferred. Although I was known as it was in a coma because of a massive cardiac arrest, I was convinced that my cookies would be the magic formula to bring it around.

As I led late in the night, of the memories to dance a long ago in my head. Memories of the periods shared with my father who, although a pillar in my life, now configuration without life in a bed of hospital. Throwing a glance frequently on the dish of the cookies which were placed carefully on the seat behind me, I am tearfully asked whether I would never re-examine my alive father.

The shock to see my father clung to the innumerable monitors and the machines were almost beyond belief. But, which my sisters and me quickly carried out was devastation that my mother tested. The three of us wondered whether our parents would on the occasion to celebrate to them fortieth birthday together.

Without the obvious change during the next days, my sisters, mother and me found that comfort in each others arms. Curiously, we also found comfort while bringing the stuffed animals câlins. In days, the collection of my mother of bear of nounours developed and developed.

She was as if each bear held a special significance on her and brought which little of comfort could be tested while she observed her husband diligently extend in her own world from a coma.

After weeks of the prayer for the impossible one near, my father slowly started to regain the conscience. To know a miracle had taken place, because the next months when we were captivated with each stage of baby my father returned its re-establishment.

Having to undergo the massive surgery of heart to repair some of the damage, my father kept ones the narrow companions close to his bedside as it recovered his wounds. The same bears of nounours as my mother found as comfort inside while my father was his “holidays” were the bears it now found comfort inside.

While I prepare at the season of the holidays this year, I wonder which quantity of impact of one the my heart attack father and all the experiments which were matched with him had on my decision to achieve a perpetual dream.

During years, I had a secret desire to thus open a store of bear of nounours I could share the feelings which the bears of nounours had given me when I passed by a very painful divorce. A feeling of comfort that in way or other only the “right” bear can bring. The same type of bears of nounours of comfort brought to my mother, my father, my sisters and me in autumn de' 89. The same type of comfort I now on the occasion to divide with others daily.

With my behind maintaining father of the experiment the years, I envisage again sharing a season of the holidays with my mother and father who soon will celebrate 57 years of marriage. Often my people come to me during the holidays, because it is one very occupied time. What with all the packing of gift for many people who come from in all the country to test the single store of bear of nounours which was in the past only one dream.

I learned that the life is about having courage to live our dreams. It is in the will to do what we are intended to do we on the occasion to bring comfort, the joy, the laughter and the love with the lives of others.

If only lesson I learned during the autumn de' 89 is as the invaluable life is, I will be for always grateful. It is because of this lesson which I am gifted with the occasion to help often selected just the bear of nounours right for somebody who needs comfort. Other times, it are to choose a bear which is supposed to bring the joy, or to express the love, or gratitude, or right because…. because the bears of nounours at the same time make in the world a better bear.