It’s definitely my great great grandfather’s coal shovel.

Could he possibly have known, have imagined … that a century and a half later this would still be in The Family?

That his great great granddaughter would stand in this spot, two hours from where he grew up, via the East Coast with a brief stint on The West?

How incredible this life is.

How we can never know.

How the things that remain bind us; past to present to future.