24. Had
I had a wonderful life. But I threw it away. I had a beautiful wife. She was a school cafeteria lunch lady. We had a daughter. People nicknamed her Box Lunch because of her mother's job and mine as a box obsessed factory worker. I never spent enough time with them. Then one day they died in a car crash. That night I killed myself with pills.
Years later my wife haunts where she worked. My daughter pops up but hides from us. I'm still obsessed with boxes. But boxes will never replace the wonderful life that I once had.