Packing November 17, 2010
I sit packing. I pull out one of the many boxes I have stock piled in anticipation of the move. It’s a Freedom Drug box, unmistakable with its big red PERSONAL & CONFIDENTIAL sticker. It’s not a recent one either. It’s one from the olden days, the days before Adam.
I use the box that once contained meds that helped me get Adam to pack his books, the children’s books that I feared would never be a part of my life. The moment is not lost on me.