One day last year in February, I was casually looking for something else, when I stumbled across a special find. Many years ago, my Dad had given me his personal set of keys. My husband had been in the military, so our travels took us back home numerous times through the years for visits, and we had a set of keys for coming and going.

When we were getting ready to move back to the States, I had hidden them in a compartment in my back pack; a compartment I figured would certainly keep them safe. It kept them so safe, I couldn’t find them. After a while, I stopped looking because I thought I lost them.

I remember the day, so many years ago, that Dad insisted I take his set of keys. We were standing by the front door where he always kept his set. We could have easily gone out and had duplicates made, but I knew he wanted me to take his; Dad won and I did.

I was quite thrilled with my find last year. Dad died several years ago–a few months before we moved back to the States, so this found treasure has extra special meaning.

Earnestly,

Yours