Primalex
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So, my grandfather died two weeks ago. It was not that much of a surprise - age 83, bone cancer. I was of course sad - but in the manly controlled way. Until we finally had to go through his belongings and I saw the little thing in his work room - shown on the picture.
A perfect dust catcher.
A nearly completely useless piece of metal.
A terribly crafted wannabe paper weight.
The only item that ever made me cry.
I had crafted it 15 years ago with my own hands out of two raw metal bars and if I remember right even with my own blood as I cut myself in the process (beware the rasp!). I gave it to him as a gift and I had totally forgotten about it. I took it as only part of my inheritance.
On a side note, a remarkable quote from the pastor:
"The worst sinners are, who believe they have a tomorrow. Treat death as your brother, as Brother Death, not as your enemy. You cannot defeat him. He will be there one day. He might not be welcome. But he is part of your life and nothing will change this. Living in peace with your brother is the only way to have peace in your life."
A perfect dust catcher.
A nearly completely useless piece of metal.
A terribly crafted wannabe paper weight.
The only item that ever made me cry.
I had crafted it 15 years ago with my own hands out of two raw metal bars and if I remember right even with my own blood as I cut myself in the process (beware the rasp!). I gave it to him as a gift and I had totally forgotten about it. I took it as only part of my inheritance.
On a side note, a remarkable quote from the pastor:
"The worst sinners are, who believe they have a tomorrow. Treat death as your brother, as Brother Death, not as your enemy. You cannot defeat him. He will be there one day. He might not be welcome. But he is part of your life and nothing will change this. Living in peace with your brother is the only way to have peace in your life."
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