AN: Unbeta'd.
Lost Treasure
Sifting through a dead man's things is like finding a treasure you don't have the key for. Those next couple weeks side-by-side with my mom, we could tell these things had some importance to my dad, but the meaning was forever lost. I was frustrated beyond belief, but there was no place to call the knowledge back from, no reason some knick-knacks or scraps of paper or weeds ought to mean a thing to anyone. They had, but no more. I finally gave up, threw them out. I knew it was a treasure, but my dad took the key to his grave.