Mom called yesterday. They're dividing everything at my Grandparent's house. I couldn't help but think of the chest Papaw re-finished. I sat with him for hours as he labored in the garage. I loved that chest. I talked about it so much that my husband bought me one for our first anniversary.
Papaw was playful and told spellbinding stories. He was so much fun. I missed saying my last goodbye to him by thirty minutes.
"I got you the chest," Mom said.
I choked.
She continued, "I don't think they ever used it." Tears began pouring down my face. I pictured way Papaw had lovingly cared for it.
Now it's coming to me--a gift from him. Never used.
I know it's just a thing.
But I can touch it. And it'll be like touching him again.
Yes, yes, yes. I have my a pair of my father's cufflinks. They weren't even favorites of his. I just remember them always being in a little box on his dresser. They're things, but they make me smile.
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I can see why they'd make you smile. And I'm sorry about your father.
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