Mom died first. Dad got rid of a lot of her stuff. Then after he died, there was still a lot of stuff. We split it up three ways. It was still too much. I wanted to keep it all, but after a few years, it started to go. I realized that it was just stuff.
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I did save a few of Dad's things. One of them was a Craftsman brand set of taps and dies. That is a specialty tool that you use to clean out threads on a nut or bolt. That set has sat in my tool box for 10 years. Finally the other day, I needed it, I got it out, and I used it. It worked like a charm.
I thought of my Dad and it made me smile. Somehow, even though they are gone, I sense that they are still with us. I think he was happy that I used his tool set. It certainly made me happy to do so.
It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.
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