As a child losing my dad was very hard for me. But I was able to get though the lose because I had a constant reminder of him. My uncle was the spitting image of my dad (his walk, his height, and even the way he spoke, was just like my dad). Sometimes when he walked in a room, my heart would skip a beat. The leather and the pom pom reminds me of his hunting trips that he would take, and he would often joke about the "mystery" meat that was in the stew- that he cooked, after those trips.