The Mail box
A man takes the last walk to his mail box.The mail Box The doctor’s death sentence still pains my heart as I retrieve my mail this December morning. For 40 years I’ve walked to this old mailbox. This will be my last trip. The week following Christmas I will check into an assisted living facility, then a nursing home, and finally the hospices center. It's a queer sensation knowing you're walking the last mile or so of life's journey. My old mailbox and I have a lo...