stash

I went in to stash today.

I wasn't there, last year. I couldn't go. There was no reason to. My reason for purchasing coins is no more. And i figured that i wouldn't be visiting him anymore.

But about 2 weeks ago, i very easily made the decision that i would carry on Dad's tradition of giving coins for Christmas. I didn't think much of it at the time. It was an easy decision to make and seemed like a very good idea.

But actually going in to see stash was much harder than i thought it would be. See, for some reason, Dad and i would go on the same day. We'd compare notes and realize that we had JUST missed each other. Stash wouldn't tell the other that the first one was in, but more than once, one of us had just pulled out. Every year was the same.  We'd both visit stash on the same day.

I did not realize that was such a strong bond with my dad.