Today we buried The Wife's father, my sons grandfather, Gerald Alfred Bodmer.

I met Gerry in 1989. He was a quiet man who gave me a beautiful wife, which has lead to two beautiful sons and a daughter on the way. I will always be grateful and indebted to him.

As we went through pictures for the wake, stories and memories were relived by his six daughters. It is a happy oasis during a sad time.

It is said that those who die never leave us if we remember them, and keep them in our hearts. In my experience this is as true as anything. But do they live on as more? Can we find them in places other than our hearts and memories?

Like I said, my sons are his grandsons, perhaps as much of him, as me, lives within in them.

This is a picture Gerry had taken of his favorite hobby, model trains. He had hundreds of feet of track and dozens of engines, cars and cabooses. He loved them.

I've known of his love for trains since I met him, but looking at this picture, somethings paused inside me. Where had I seen this picture before?

This is a picture Philip had shot awhile back, I posted it on here. Philip loves trains as his grandfather did. I knew this, but the two pictures side by side struck me. Two men, my son and his grandfather, both love trains, and they both photograph them.

Gerry isn't gone as long as we remember him. He also lives on literally in my son. We will miss him, but time spent with Philip and his trains will offer us, only a moment perhaps, of sitting with Gerry when he was happiest, running his trains.