About 20 years ago, my grandfather “(Grand) Pop” died. I still remember packing up his model trains with my dad and some of the rest of the family. The specific bit of his legacy for me. They hadn’t been unpacked since. Instead, they followed me from place to place still in the boxes we packed back then. For the past several years, they were stored with the inlaws who recently kindly suggested that maybe it was time for them to come home.
We picked them up last weekend, and tonight I decided to unpack some to check them out and to let Sam see them. I was thrilled to find that they still run, and pleased beyond measure at Sam’s interest in them, and getting to share them with another generation. I know “Pop” would have been delighted.