For several years Jack made knives. He made them for hunting, for carving a Roast, or just to display on a shelf. He used turquoise and polished bone, Leather, exotic wood and Elk horn. He bought steel to shape the blades and filed Them himself. Each was unique. He sold lots of his knives, on line, in a shop At Amish Country, or to anyone who showed an Interest. But he also gave them away to his kids, and Grandkids and friends. One year for my birthday he made one Especially for me, but he kept his Project a secret until it was completed. He chose a lovely blue for the handle and Damascus steel for the blade. He made a sheath for it, too, and Engraved these words on the leather: "Custom made for Dorothy Seitzinger by Jax Nives 9/29/06." When he gave me the knife I could see the Delight in his eyes. I hugged him, loved him for his Laborious effort to please me. After Jack died, I placed the knife on my "Jack shelf" where I keep mementos that Remind me of him. Today I picked it up. I studied it, felt the smooth handle and grazed the Sharp blade with my finger. The gift means so much more to me now that He's gone. I can no longer hold his hand, but I can hold the Treasure that he carefully handcrafted to Express his love for me. It's not just a knife. It's part of himself. And it's as close to him as I can get. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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