In memory of Linda...
This story comes from a friend who loved dolls.
"My sister-inlaw was really a friend more than related just by marriage.
Her name was Linda.
I shared everything with Linda, but for one thing.
I couldn't understand Linda's passion for porcelain dolls.
She had about 150 of them.
The dolls were on shelves in a room that was designed just for the dolls.
I admired her for the way she kept them so beautifully.
Sadly, Linda became very ill and after a very short time,
she lost her battle with cancer.
Her brother gave the dolls to charity to be sold.
I was so sad that I hadn't asked for just one doll to remember Linda, a keepsafe,
a memory.
Linda's death was still fresh in my mind and my family took me to a local fair.
They thought the trip would help the healing.
At the fair there was a row of marquees selling various goods. One caught my eye, amongst the snow globes and toys, there was a porcelain doll.
I gasped, it looked just like the ones Linda had.
Pale colour skin, blue eyes,
a beautiful dress, a bonnet covering blond curly hair.
I had to have it.
I thought, everything is so expensive and I only had $20 with me, it was only $19.95.
Of course I bought the doll, and when I got home, I placed the doll carefully on the dresser in my bedroom.
As I re-arranged the dolls dress I noticed a name on the inside of the leg.
It was Linda.
My memory was complete.
"Thank you Divine One,
you care enough to ease the pain of my loss."
Nathan
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With love
