by Michele McDonald
"I was searching for the perfect memory box that could also serve as an urn to keep at home. After a few months I met a fisherman who had a vintage tackle box for sale. It was exactly what I had hoped to find. I set up my husband's old fishing poles by a stump on my porch. It began to rain. The beauty of the shiny red
paint came through as I stared through the window overcome by a wave of grief."