That is awesome. My dad, while alive, had a fixation on knives, but he was never able to grasp the craft for what it truly is. As such, he ended up buying into 420J fixed blades with no tang embedded in plastic advertised as woods knives (I call them accidents waiting to happen, although the bottle opener was useful on it), and film replica pieces that also had no functional or true aesthetic value. But, for all of that, he did pass on the passion to his sons. My brother enjoys a knife to cut with, but took the paternal gene and was also unable to grasp the finer points of the craft. I fixed that and confiscated his carry and replaced it with a Benchmade 710 in M390. The next year, I gave him a case peanut with amber bone and CV. I sharpen it for him from time to time. But, alas, even among family I am afraid my hobby dare I say addiction would be considered excessive. I feel like I am only an initiate here, but the spirit of the craft calls to me, and I am honored to walk among you as the wolf walks among the pack that he has found after a journey far from the hinterland. I am here, it is now, and there is a path forward for the ones that will follow.
