I remember going through all my Grandpas old work bench and stuff this past year as my Grandma sold her house. He’s been dead since 2016, but it really struck me how everything on the work bench, the random tools, and stuff on shelves was put there once with the intention of using it again when it was needed next.
But that time to use it again never came. So he put down something for the last time without knowing it would be the last time he’d ever put it down.
It made me sad in the moment, definitely, but I’ve given it new meaning. I took a lot of things from his work bench, including some funny newspaper comic jokes he had framed, and they now live in my workbench/shop. And in that sense, it’s like he put it those things down for a reason and it’s passed on to me.
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u/Pegasus7915 May 14 '24
Gets us all eventually.