The house is quiet.  We crawl through the attic, facing dust bunnies, spiders, and our own heartache.  A loved one is gone.  We are now searching for hidden treasure, perhaps of little value to others, but a reminder that our loved one lived, laughed, and stored things away!  Then we discover a shoebox.  Just an ordinary shoebox.  But when it is opened, HIDDEN TREASURE!  Old photos and little things gathered over the years as tokens of extraordinary days.  We laugh, we cry, we laugh again.  The loved one is still touching us and still impacting our hearts.  Still making us laugh.

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