I have a well loved teddy bear that I call Black Man. There are lots of good memories stored in
him. He's been patched up and washed too many times in the past five years. I've stored him away for preservation. I guess that by the time you realize you've lived a life you're looking at your grandchildren running around you and giving you loving hugs. I've been looking back at years I've lived and I realize the ones that hold the fondest memories are the ones I hadn't spent in self-absorbed power struggles. I intend to live the rest of life freely so as I am now, but of course still fighting to protect my boundaries.