Grandpa's Bow Tie

I had a "really-missing-my-dad" week last week. I just missed him. Between that, being a temporary single parent and a nasty cold and sore throat, I was pretty grumpy. But yesterday, Sam came out of his room ready for church wearing this.

My dad never wore it that I remember. It was probably a gift from a patient who knew he liked fly-fishing. But when we came across it while going through my dad's things after the funeral, I immediately thought of my Sam who since his Halloween stint as a magician has had a thing for bow ties. I never expected to see him actually wear it. But yesterday he did, with a smile on his face and a tear in his eye.

I imagine my dad was smiling, too.