Another true story from my pen.
When my beloved mother and father-in-law passed away, my husband and his brothers had the task of sorting through 50-plus years of memories. There were papers tosort, memory-evoking pictures to divide and furniture to disperse. Somehow,this one, banged up, semi-demolished box ended up in our van.
When he arrived home and found the box, he handed it to me. “Here,” he said, “See what it is.” I opened it and…