Mailing a Leg

It took a while before we finally received an Amazon box the right size to fit George’s leg.

It had been sitting in the garage since he passed. It was in the house, but it was too sad a reminder of the loss of our friend.

Always the recycler, I found a place online that took used prosthetics for someone in need.

I took the box and the provided label to the UPS counter and asked for assistance. The guy at the counter shook the box a little and could tell there was not enough packing. When he opened the box, he looked at me.

“It’s a leg,” I said. He just nodded and stuffed some brown paper along the sides. It made me think, this guy has seen everything.

“What do I owe you?” I asked.

“I’m supposed to charge for the packaging, but don’t worry about it,” he said.

George would have turned 78 today. I’ve wanted to write about him since his passing in March, but I promised that my blog would be brief, and I don’t think I could ever be brief about George.