Little things mean a lot...

I have not posted anything in this feature for a while so here is another one of my treasures. It is a little book of poems written for just one person. The messages/themes of the poems are all about love, missing a loved one, remembering him on special occasions, that he will not be forgotten. I believe it is the author's way of grieving and her way of moving on, although we know it will never be easy. Why is it a treasure? I am the only other person besides the author who has a copy. And once in a while I open it and read it, though it always makes me cry. This book of poems is about my nephew and the author is my sister.

This picture is my all time favorite of all his pictures. 

Little things mean a lot

I know I have just posted recently this feature but this is somehow connected to the last one. And I would rather do it now so it is easier to make the connection.

About 10 years ago, I received my first stuffed toy. I have never bought one for myself or have ever been given one, even though there were a few I would have wanted to get/buy for myself.

I had met a guy then and for Christmas came to visit and one of the Christmas presents included this teddy bear which is so cute. It was my first teddy bear....I have had dolls when I was younger but I don't remember having a teddy bear so it became special to me.

I have had it on my night table even after I split up with him.

How it is connected with the lamb? The lamb was given to me by his mother. This has become a treasure because of what it meant to me.

As you can notice it is a Mercedes Benz teddy bear. I have named him Merc. He has been all by his lonesome on my night table until the lamb came along.

Since then, they have been together. And that's how it has been for the last 5 years.

And being an anal person, this has been the way they have been.

Little things mean a lot

A few years ago, I had to have some serious medical treatments. Since I do not have relatives here, I made it my mission that I would go to these treatments by myself. A few friends would drive me to the centre but I would go in by myself. For the first few times I was on my own. Then the mother of a friend of mine sent me a stuffed animal from the Beanie Babies Collection. This one is "Tender" born February 10, 2004 which is exactly 1 year later to the day I went for my first treatment.

From the time I received this baby lamb, I have always brought it with me and was with me for all my treatments. I know the nurses found it weird and cute. But it helped me deal with my illness and my hope and wish that soon I will have to retire her and would not have to bring her anywhere. She was always inside the pouch of my purse.

And that wish has come true, she is now retired, hopefully for good. She now rests on my night table and has been there enjoying her retirement. My wish now is that she won't be coming out of her retirement. So to Gladys, I appreciate the thought and you don't know how much this lamb meant to me. Another one of those little things that had become a treasure.

Post script
The card from the collection has this little poem

Please be quiet, don't make a peep
This little lamb is trying to sleep
I need my rest just like you do
When I wake up, I'll play with you.

Little things mean a lot

A new feature here. A while back I was cleaning up, getting rid of stuff I do not use or don't like anymore. And I had come across stuff/things I have kept for some reason or another. And then realized that I still have them because they mean a lot to me at a certain time in my life. There are also things that I know I will keep for the rest of my life. Here is the first one.....for a very different and special reason.

Yes, just two pairs of earrings but they are special. Back in October of 2006, my sister Luckie, her daughter, Alysia and son, Gino visited me here in Edmonton. Actually they came to visit mother who was in the nursing home.

It was also just before my birthday, so we went out shopping. I love earrings and while we were in a store and I was looking for earrings to buy, Gino came around and told me he was going to buy me and he will choose the style. And these are the two. So special then because no men had given or bought me earrings in my life, more special now because Gino is no longer with us.

Small, simple, not expensive but has become little treasures.