The Comfort Cub does just what it was intended to do. It brings comfort to me when the loss of my son Drake gets overwhelming. I lost my son Drake to Undifferentiated Sarcoma 9 years ago. After 9 years, the days can still be so raw.
There is something about the weight of this bear that gives a calming sense. Every time I look at the cub or pick it up, it makes me happy that someone thought about me in my never-ending nightmare.