I was sorting my Mom’s things this weekend and at the bottom of the box were the pill boxes. She always carried saccharin and an aspirin or two,
I had brought her the silver ones from Italy, but I didn’t remember this one
so I popped it open, expecting to find a couple of old saccharin pills and look what popped out!
In all of our sorting my brothers and I have found no little hand written messages or notes to us, but this felt like a last reminder. Remember who you are and where you came from. Bye bye Mama.