27 February 2008


A box on my doorstep.

Bubble wrap and a pink plastic bag.

A packet of old letters and photos in an old stationery box.

A card, as always with no printed message, just a short handwritten

"March 3, 2008. Dear Sarah, Happy 30th birthday. Love, Mom"

Maybe most people don't immediately think about how giving away possessions is a warning sign of suicide when they open their birthday presents.

I wish I didn't.

1 comment:

Beth said...

I'm so sorry.