My sister and
Tom recently sorted through some of Judy’s (my natural mother’s) belongings. They
set a few things aside that they thought I would appreciate and sent them on to
me.
A box arrived on my front doorstep
last week and I opened it and began to look through it. Some pieces of her
clothing my sister thought I would like were enclosed, as well as some
keepsakes. I am grateful for my sister and Tom’s thoughtfulness in this and
treasure the items.
While I was
going through the box, my eldest son Dustin walked in the room and said, “What’s
that, Mom?” I explained the contents of the box. After listening for a moment
he shook his head in frustration and said, “I wish there was a name in the box.”
