When my son stands off the diving board....I have visions of my grandfather. My sons body built...his generational "mole" on his chest....his "sun" kissed hair reminds me of him. My grandfather was an amazing swimmer...a gentle and soft spoken man. So many times I wish my son could of met his great-grandfather. I know they would spend hours talking in a chair or tinkering with tools together.
As, I was pulling it out, there was "hint" of their smell that I remember as a child...what a special treasure created with love.