The box

     He pulled the box from the bedroom closet, almost spilling the contents as his once “Guns” were now more like flabs of fear. Setting the box on the bed he began to look through all the cards, letters, and keepsakes she had given to him over the decades they had together. As he went through each one, he took a moment to re-live the exact moments, each as beautiful as the others. A birthday card from his fiftieth saying not to worry he wasn't that old. There was a picture of a walker and adult diapers. He chuckled a bit and moved on. He pulled out a piece of red ribbon that he recalled she gave to him on valentines day. She had wrapped herself in ribbon and not much else. He could still see her dancing around the room laughing as he unwound the gift underneath.

     He held other pieces of their time like a movie stub to "Gone with the wind" and another from "It's a wonderful life" She spilled coke on her favorite blouse at that movie and cried. He assured her he would get her another just like it. There was a picture ID of her on a red cross volunteer badge she proudly wore as she helped those in need. He loved her for that, and so many other qualities she possessed. There were a few snapshots of them together at a county fair her holding a huge helping of cotton candy, and another of them holding each other at Niagara Falls on their honeymoon so very long ago. He finished going through his memories and replaced the box in the closet until the next time he had to see her face, smell her sent and remembers just how lucky they were to have had each other.

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