The Price of Admission
Years ago, when Gail had some of her first surgeries, when Gord had his little trauma, and when the girls got sick, the big thing that I tried to do was to ensure that they (and some other interesting people along the way) got teddy bears. And not just the cheapo kind! They got, as often as possible, Gunds, or some other personality bear. At one point, Gord got a Humphrey Beargart… you know the type of thing.Well, I told Jennifer and her buddies Leisha and Lane tonight, that they weren’t allowed at the hospital without a teddy bear. But … Continue reading The Price of Admission