When we moved my grandparents out of their home, it was a rough day. They had lived their entire lives in this house, and we had to choose what would move with them from a three story home to their two bedroom condo. My grandfather could no longer climb the stairs safely, so a ground level smaller home was perfect for them.
There were a lot of items that were pitched, others were divided up for family members and saved. In the basement workshop there were coffee cans and boxes of nails an screws. This box of nails from my grandfather has built many home projects. Every time I use a nail to fix or build something, I think of him.
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