Bart Bear's Blog

Tuesday was my Grandad's birthday, but he couldn't be there. He died the same year that Mum brought me home from the Teddy Bear Shop, a place that Mum and Grandad loved. He was Mum's Dad and I can't remember him at all. Mum says he would have tickled and teased me unmercifully. We go out to his grave every year on his birthday and some other times as well, to make sure things are going OK. The people who work at the cemetery keep it pretty neat, although they got a bit close to his Nandina bush with the mower and cut it short. Still, Nandinas grow back quickly. Dad says that they are weeds. Grandad loved birds so we have put some out there to keep him company. Dad has smudged the names on the nameplate, he has this thing about letting too many people know too many things about our family.

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