The Secret Gift

I came home yesterday and there was a white box in the entry.

I put the mail on top of the box and came into the house.

Bills and junk mail.

Junk mail makes me angry...and the white box had an unknown address.

I opened the box.

(I LOVE boxes)

No note,

just a frame wrapped in bubble wrap.

Inside of the frame was an old photo of a child.

(note the child on the far left, above)

The photo, I know was my grandmother.

No name on the return address, no note.

But I know who sent this to me.

My cousin.

I ran to get my address book.

Looked up an address not often used.

Yes. My cousin.

                           Can you hear me take a deep breath?

A cousin I do not know, shared a photo with me.

The photo hung in my Uncle Bruce's office.

I am in awe.

What a lovely, thoughtful gift.

And,

my cousin did hot have to give me anything.

So much greed in the past years,

has numbed me to any kindness in this situation.

A secret gift.

How wonderful.

Love you beyond the last will and testament.

Me