A Forgotten Treasure
So, one evening, as I was going through a part of my grandfather’s journal, we found an interesting note addressed to my father. It was written a few days before my father’s twelfth birthday. In the letter, he explained that his work and travel kept him away from being around much that year, but that he would make it up to him when he made “an adventure they’d share one day together.” The map, it seemed, was his way of keeping that promise—just delayed by a few decades.
This was bittersweet for my father. It was a chance to reconnect with a memory that had never materialized but, through the map, now came alive. The sense of closure and connection it gave him was an unexpected gift—something he hadn’t known he needed but now couldn’t imagine living without.
