Then, he said quietly that he'd found an old cigar box in the bottom drawer. I breathed deeply as he took the box from under his chair. Cigar boxes were storage containers for his dad - and remain treasured relics for my husband and his son, too. He asked if I knew about the box - but he already knew I did not.
It was filled with memories...of aunts and uncles he did not remember. He found glimpses of party dresses from his mother's youth and his father's first car. He found a love letter SWAK from his mom to his dad - long before he was a glimmer in their eyes. His own eyes filled with tears as he remembered.
Somehow, those who are no longer with us, reminded us of their love. I am not really sure how that box got there or why he looked inside that bottom drawer before putting the ol' dresser at the curb... sometimes you just have to smile...and remember.