The Pill Box
When I was a little girl, I gave my grandmother the pill box that's in the photo to the left for her birthday (I think).
Every time we took Grammy out to lunch or dinner, she'd get her pill box out to take her medication and I'd ask, "Who gave you that?" pointing to the pill box and she'd say, "Oh, I think a little girl named Nicole gave me that." I don't remember when I started asking that... Maybe age three or so... but I did it most every meal out to eat where she took out the pill box, even when I was older even though by then it was mostly a joke.
I don't remember giving her the pill box actually... I'm guessing it was given to her sometime before I turned two. I think I asked about it so often because I wanted to remember giving her that for some reason, but the memory just wasn't there... I asked so I could pretend to remember.
There wasn't much left to sort through when she died. Most of the sorting had already been done when she moved out of her apartment and into assisted living.... but what little there was, my aunt sorted through and she saved a few things out for me... All the valentines and birthday cards I'd given her as a young child... The ones where I couldn't spell my own name right and drew strange pictures... and the pill box.





I'm so glad you got the pill
I'm so glad you got the pill box. Those are the best kinds of things to inherit. The things with special memories attached. Make sure you use it for something, that way you can think of her every time. Maybe you could put your stitch markers in it.
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