Tonight I found a wrought iron coffee table stand, two silk ferns, a glass dish and an old letter.
The letter was written to Jack, from Gram (Grandma). Not my grandma, but Jack's. When I read it I felt like I was the recipient, like Gram just wrote the wrong name at the top and in the address line. She told me I was a good young man, to forgive myself for the mistakes made and move on. She advised me to do the best I can and make good choices, and to say my prayers before I go to sleep.
It was a hearty letter, with sound advice: forgive yourself, move on, start again, and make God a priority.
other finds: new headboard and little table