An Old Knife Makes One Last Trip Home

My condolences, Trout Hound. That was a very sweet gesture; one that would make any parent or grandparent proud. That old Vic has many stories within it. Treasure that.
 
My sincerest sympathies to you and your family for your loss. I hope that eventually good memories of your grandparents will overcome the sadness at their passing. IMHO from what your story indicates, you're a fabulous grandson, Trout Hound! :thumbup:

- GT
 
I am so sorry for your loss Trouthound. That was a truly heartfelt and touching story. Wiping away a tear as I write this......................
 
My sincere thanks to everyone for your sympathies and kind words. This is why I love it here!


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Trout Hound said:
So, that chewed up old Recruit made one last trip back to its old stomping grounds, only in a different pocket. And it was with me as I carried the head of the casket, to bring Grandaddy's sweetheart back to him for good. I think he would be glad.
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Just to let you know, I've been thinking about your final paragraph, and the highlighted sentence in particular, since first reading it.


Very well done, on all fronts.

~ P.
 
My condolences and touching story. LOL on the dachshund...probably mad at the time the knife was chewed but now one more warm memory.
 
What a beautiful, heartfelt story. I echo what others have said and extend my condolences. But you are right, she is free now and reunited with her love. Very glad that you thought of your Granddad's knife to carry as a tribute.

(Perhaps one day your grandson will look at "that old Coyote that Granddad carried" and it too will evoke stories and memories for him to share)
 
My condolences for your loss. My mom died at the same age a few years ago. Hoping this year will be a brighter one for you.
 
pertinux said:
Just to let you know, I've been thinking about your final paragraph, and the highlighted sentence in particular, since first reading it.


Very well done, on all fronts.

~ P.
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Thanks. They were married for 53 years. Grandaddy was a quiet guy, but you could tell he loved her like crazy. As a matter of fact, their song was "Let Me Call You Sweetheart!"


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Trout Hound said:
Well, today I helped carry my grandmother to her final resting place. She lived to the ripe old age of 96, and passed peacefully on Christmas Eve. She lived a full and happy life, but she suffered from Alzheimer's for the last ten years or so, and while it was hard to see her go, I couldn't help but be happy that she was finally free of all that, and reunited with her husband, my grandfather, who has been gone a full twenty years now. (I was only in middle school when he died.)

The funeral was held in South Carolina, in the very small town where she was born and raised, at the same church where she was baptized 96 years ago. She was laid to rest beside her husband, and within sight of her parents and brother who went before her.

When I was packing for the trip, I started to take the brand new GEC Coyote I just got, to carry in my suit pocket for the funeral. But, then I had a better idea.

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This is my Grandaddy's Victorinox Recruit. It is one of several pocket knives he owned when he died, but it was the one I always remember him using. The scales were chewed up by a pet Dachshund who is now long gone. I hadn't even seen this knife for many years since he died, but I recently thought to ask my mom what had happened to all of his old folders. She said she had a few, and that I was welcome to take one if I wanted, so it has been mine for about a year now.

So, that chewed up old Recruit made one last trip back to its old stomping grounds, only in a different pocket. And it was with me as I carried the head of the casket, to bring Grandaddy's sweetheart back to him for good. I think he would be glad.


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First off, so sorry for your loss... It sounds like your Grandmother lived a full life. Thanks for the wonderful story, and while I'm not the most religious man in the world, I can't help but think that Granddad was looking down on yourself and your family with a smile. Prayers sent from my family to yours.
 
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