The connection to the past

Just the idea that it was my father’s grandfather whom I’m named after.

He got run over by a train… we have the coins that were in his pocket… flattened but the date still mostly legible. They were collected by the police and given to my great grandmother. It seems like so long ago but to hold one of the coins just blows my mind. The connection and the idea that it was just a few generations back.

In this photo you can see that one coin was pressed into the other.