My grandfather was a serious collector, though probably more of a pack-rat. He saved things that didn't need to be saved, but he also reused and recycled things so nothing would to waste. He was a huge part of my life and helped in raising my brother and me. He was an engineer, craftsman, carpenter, welder, and pretty much did everything he could with his hands. He died this year and it was really hard for me, but I can't help but be happy with everything he taught and shared with me.
Over the weekend my father and I were going through some of my grandfather's things and I found a box full of rocks that were labeled, dusty, and beautiful.