The path to the box was cluttered with dreams. Boxes of trophies, and thin skinny jeans. Also bags under eyes, and grandma’s old quilts And other reminders of all her past guilts.
At first, I was too scared to do more than look, then something inside me said, Go for it. Intuitively I knew that if I took this leap of faith, it would get me on the road to forgiveness of all that had gone wrong in my marriage and move me forward in my healing.