Things, Stuff, Memories...

Apparently, my grandfather is planning to firesale all of his belongings before he shuffles off this mortal coil. He had been telling my mom and aunt for years. "I'm heading downhill, so pick out what you want."

When I say years, I mean decades. Yup. Man's healthy at a ripe almost ninety (doc compared him to a spry 70-yr old) and he's falling completely apart.

Mom asked me outright, "he's telling us to claim what we want before he goes, so what would you like?"

Strangest thing being put on the spot like that. Only things I could think of off the top of my head was some of his fire department equipment and his and Gran's old 8mm films.

Just seemed so strangely odd to hold a conversation like that. It really made me want to give the ol' guy a call and just tell him that I love him, just because.