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.