across the miles and the years

Before Alzheimer's robbed my Dad of his brilliance,

he was a fine artist and craftsman.

He built this curio cabinet for our son Stewart years ago.

As a grade-school naturalist, Stewart filled it with his collections 

of rocks, bugs, shells and such.

Tucked safely away in the attic when Stewart left for college,

we just rediscovered it in our ongoing cleaning escapades.

We packed it up carefully and sent it across the country to

a now grown up Stewart in Oregon.

I wonder what will fill the shelves of this

cabinet in it's latest incarnation.

I like to think of a bit of my Dad

nestled into Stew and Dawn's new home 

far, far away.

xo