I moped around from room to room, gathering souvenirs and throwing out the garbage he never had the chance to. As I turned the corner and entered his bedroom, I quickly spotted his prized possession. It was a letter from my eight-year-old nephew declaring his unconditional love for his grampa—how much he loved him, loved fishing with him and how he hoped he would never die. Dad's heart melted and eyes watered whenever he spoke of the letter. It touched him deeply. He proudly displayed it to anyone and everyone. I gathered the cleanup crew to read it one last time. We all seemed to realize where this letter belonged—with Dad, forever.

我拿抹布一间间地清理着房间，收集起来所有的纪念品，并把他以前从没有机会扔掉的垃圾清理出去。转过弯进入到他的卧室，我的目光很快被他的珍藏品所吸引。那是一封我8岁的外甥写给他的信，信上说他是那么爱他的祖父，毫无条件的爱，爱和他一起去钓鱼，多么希望祖父长命百岁。以前每当提起这封信，爸爸的心就会被融化，眼里充满激动的泪花，这曾经让他那么地感动。他喜欢拿着这封信四处去炫耀，见人就读。我叫了所有打扫房间的人来再读这封信最后一次。我们仿佛都明白了--这封是属于爸爸的，永远！