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But, WHY?

Pen poised above the paper.  Ingredients waiting by the mixing bowl.  The first loop of a yarn onto a needle or hook.  Wet paint on a brush.  A shovel making a fresh slice into the ground.  The revving of a saw or the curated collection of wood and screws.  Notes emanating from an instrument. 
But why?  Why create?  Why do you make?  This cabinet is my reminder:

Holding our daily school books and crafting supplies, it stands unassuming in the corner.  Tall, dark, and quiet.  To some, it may appear to lack some refinement or class.  Because of that door.  That one cupboard door that doesn't match the others.  Unlike the weathered and aged finish of the rest of the cabinet, it is stripped to the raw wood, and once again aged with time.
The story of that door goes back.  Probably long before where I'll start, but for me the story starts here:
I never met my grandfather.  I hear stories of how he was a bus driver, a farmer.  In 5th grade, my dad lost his dad to cancer.  When he was d…

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