change is constant

My stepfather had a stroke a few months ago. He's in a nursing home now and will most likely spend the rest of his life there. I didn't grow up with him, he and my mom married years and years after my parents divorce and therefore have never been really close to him but he's a good man and I feel sad for him. He and my mom divorced a few years ago but remain friends and he's my two younger sisters' father.

When I visited home last month my mom had alot of his things in her garage as his house had to be sold. There was a box overflowing with pieces of wood from his many projects and this was one of those pieces. One of his favorite hobbies was to collect logs, branches, any piece of found wood that he could. He got them from along the Ohio River, around town and so on. He would cut the pieces into smaller pieces and sand them over and over until they were as smooth as silk. You really have to see and feel one of his pieces in person to truly appreciate it, they're just amazing. I'm so happy to have a few of these now with me. To know that something that one person loved and treasured can have a new life with someone else is a good thing I think.

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