I mentioned in a previous blog that our family friend, Ernie, died. His hobby was to make dollhouses for children. He had such a soft spot for little ones.
He gifted Olivia one when she was born, and it was well-loved for years. In the past year, though, she lost interest in it. It was just taking up space in her room, so we decided to give it away.
I asked her half a dozen times over a couple week's period if she was OK with giving it away, and she said she was totally fine with it.
I looked for a new home, but not everyone has space for a four foot dollhouse, so it took a while. Finally, I met a preschool teacher, Ruby, who accepted it. She didn't have a lot of space in her class, either, but was touched by the backstory of who made it and why.
The week after I dropped it off at her classroom, Ernie died. What timing!
I mentioned it to Ruby, who was saddened to hear of the loss of her indirect benefactor. In his honor, she actually posted a laminated information sheet about Ernie on the back of the dollhouse, telling parents about his story and why this toy was so special.
I went by to look at it. Very nice; such a fitting tribute to a man whose life revolved around making people happy. I'm absolutely certain that if Ernie could know what was happening, he would love the idea that his handiwork will bring smiles to the faces of dozens of little children in this little corner of the world.