the box

My sister sent me a box of things that she felt belonged with me that were from dad's house. Weighing in around 30 lbs., it was full of gifts that I had gotten for him, pictures of he and I and cards and letters sent to him by me or on my behalf since I was four years old. I honestly think he kept each one. I cherish dad's sentimentality! I was crying most of the time I went through it but it is a priceless box of memories. Mark's Christmas/New Year dinner for work was last night and it was good to get out of the house. I don't think I have driven since the ice storm and who knows when I can venture out alone again.