I have a memory that pops up at times from back when I was just a little kid. I think I was around 4 years old, and I remember pulling off my grandfather’s black bow tie in the middle of a family dinner. Every Sunday, everyone in my family would get together for a good, home cooked meal together. We were always dressed up because everyone went to church earlier in the day. Those family dinners were always wonderful for me, and we did them all the way up through the time that I graduated high school.
About 6 months ago, my grandfather died. I helped my grandmother go through his things. She said that there were some items that belonged to him that she wanted me to have. I told that I did not feel right taking anything of his, but she said they were things she would never use, and not only that, my grandfather would want me to have those things she said. She handed over some of his shirts, jackets, books and many more things. It was pretty bittersweet, I know that much.
At some point, she handed me a wooden box, and she told me to open it and look inside. Inside the box were all of my grandfather’s bow ties. The memories came flooding back to me immediately. Next, she told me that she and my grandfather wanted me to have them, and she mentioned that he had told her that years ago. I was touched beyond belief. I always thought my grandfather looked so dapper when he wore them, and now I had some of his ties and his jackets to wear, too. I imagined myself wearing them at job interviews, out on dates and more places. I promised her that I would take good care of them and thanked her.