My brother and I had this ongoing battle over the rights of a stuffed dog named Fluffy. I asserted that Fluffy was mine and Rich was convinced it was his. For years we would go back and forth stealing it from each other's rooms. The battle continued into adulthood and across state lines! (I had a picture of me opening Fluffy as a gift one year for my birthday when I was around 6 or so but that was not proof enough for Rich!) At one point I found a Fluffy look-alike to fill his void during one of the periods that Rich held him hostage.
One of the last times I spoke to Rich he said that he was willing to give up the 'Battle of Fluffy' and was going to pack him up and mail him to Evan. I knew how attached he was to that little stuffed dog so I was surprised that he was willing to part with it. I never received Fluffy in the mail but he was found in my brother's bed after he had passed away (I think it was too hard for him to part with after all). I was so surprised that he still slept with Fluffy and so touched at how sentimental my brother was. Fluffy has now reached his final home and will forever be a cherished artifact of my childhood and a constant reminder of my brother.
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What a wonderful memory of Richard (and Fluffy). I know Richard would be pleased to know that Jennifer has custody (although he would still maintain it belongs to him!)
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