Funny
story: About two years ago, my father gave me my grandfather’s old watch to wear. Shortly after I
met my beau, it stopped working. I brought it in to get fixed
but it stopped working a second time when I saw him again.
I
took it as a sign.
Not
surprisingly, there was also something very familiar about his family’s cottage.
Those who know me well know that my grandfather built a cottage that the entire
family used to visit when I was younger.
From the moment I saw his family’s
cottage this Thanksgiving, I felt like I was coming home, returning to a long lost memory. There
was a similar atmosphere and vibe, yes, but the wood paneling was also the same,
as were the couch and some glasses.
And then there were the binoculars.
I’ll
never be able to return to the cottage my grandfather built because it isn’t in
the family anymore, but somehow, I’ve been graced with the possibility of
returning to a very similar, and familiar, one.
Thank you.
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