This urn holds my grampa’s ashes that we have kept with us since he died of COVID back in the pandemic. Every time I look at it, I remember all of the good times I had with him. In life, before he retired, he worked for a railroad. Sadly, not for the life of me can I remember what exactly he did. For as long as I can remember, my siblings and I called him Papa. I remember as a little kid, him telling my sisters and me stories of what he did at his work and the weird and interesting things he had done and seen. Spending time with him made the two-hour drive there worth it, and I was excited every weekend to see him. My love of the water came from my papa taking my sisters and me to Eagle Mountain Lake, TX, whether it be to the beach or on the lake on his twin pontoon boat, or to go fishing. It was some of the best times I had with him. He is also where I got my love of pool and intricate machinery. He had a pool table in the center of the room, directly next to the dining room, and on the wall was a clock made from a piece of wood from the red forest, and in the corner was an old mechanical cash register for a shoe cobbler's shop. In that room, he taught me how to play pool. He was originally on vacation, but he moved to Texas for a reason I don't know, but I am glad that I moved up to where he came from. This urn serves as a constant reminder of him and some of the best moments of my life, and I will always keep it, no matter where I move to or go. It will always be kept where I call home. 

– MK

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