If you followed my inheritance distribution—see here and here—you still haven’t met everyone. The last to arrive—and feast on pizza and ice cream—were brothers from the local hobby shop.
After the only child of my widowed uncle passed, my uncle turned to model trains as a diversion during his lonely, lonely days.
My last conversations with my uncle included his train set. Who would enjoy it? He finally bequeathed it to a nephew, who took many cars and tracks.
The remainder of the set weighed on me. My husband called a local hobby shop in hopes of finding a taker. The employee who answered the phone said his brother would be interested. Coincidence? He offered to pay what he could. We declined and only asked him not to take items to sale.
While we visited, we learned that these strangers were Believers, too.
We received a thank you text that included a promise that the brothers’ use of the materials would make Uncle Floyd proud.
It was a grand day. I look forward to our reunion in heaven.
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