I've had a sore throat for several days and finally got to the drugstore today to pick up some lozenges. I stood looking at the variety of items available, when I noticed the familiar tin box promising relief...Sucrets.
When I was a child, my mom bought Sucrets for us. I have not used them in years, but I decided to get a box (the fact that they were on sale helped my decision as well).
After I got home and popped one in my mouth, I sat looking at the box...memories flooding my mind. Memories of the Sucrets box sitting on a shelf in a bathroom cabinet so long ago...and of my mom taking care of me when I was sick.
It's so strange where we find comfort...sometimes even in a little tin box.