Reviewing every object their grandfather and father had left behind was something they were willing to do to remember the old man as they continued on without him. Each item reminded them of their grandpa and brought back stories. If only they could prove that these stories weren’t completely ridiculous… Leo, Gigi, and their mother had finished organizing for the day.
It was a choice they had made, no one forced them. They went back home and prepared for bed. The stories from their grandfather were missed by the children. Their mother did her best, but her stories were not as good as Tom’s. “When I grow up, I’ll be just like grandpa,” Leo said to his mother.