It was by far the greatest gift I have ever received and it brought so many tears to all of our eyes.
Each of our bears is special in their own way. My sisters' bears are made out of just one of his shirts, but my bear is much different. The head, arms, and legs are made with a piece from each shirt. Having little pieces from his three favorite shirts definitely means a lot to me. I can picture him wearing each one and remember the occasions from when he was wearing them. The purple and white shirt was my favorite, not only because purple is my favorite color, but because I thought it looked so great on him. Whenever he would walk down the stairs wearing his purple and white shirt, I would get so excited because he chose my favorite one. Sometimes he would even let me pick out a shirt for him, and of course I would choose the purple one every time. The two green shirts on the bear were his favorite ones. Green was his favorite color because that was the color of his John Deere tractor. I can picture him sitting at the dining room table doing his Sudoku puzzles, wearing one of his green shirts. My favorite thing about these shirts is that they are flannel. The fuzzy, soft material makes me want to hug my bear so tight and never let go. Sometimes when I am in need of a hug, I hug my bear since I can't hug my dad. The bear is the closest thing to receiving a hug from him, and the feeling of his warm flannel shirts cheer me up.
My dad was a farmer, so driving a tractor was in his daily routine. When I hold the bear close to my face, all I can smell is tractor exhaust with a hint of Old Spice cologne. I instantly think back to my life at the farm, and all the times I rode in the tractor with my dad, falling asleep on his lap. The smell from my bear is so comforting, and all I can picture is him driving around in the fields with a huge smile on his face, doing what he did best. It was very hard for me when the farm was sold because I grew up there my entire life.
