Trains were his number one interest. He loved them with all his heart. Little towns and mini people. Oh how this is just the start. He owns tracks and cars, trains and homes. Sometimes the mini people are replaced with gnomes. Small fake trees and grass being glued to the board. My pops had to sit down so he doesn’t get sore. His wrinkled fingers moves every piece with care. “Don’t touch my trains!” He said So all we could do was stare. They toys had to be put away. In boxes of course. I look up at my mother and begin to feel remorse. He loved those trains so dearly. He loved them like kids. We love you so much Pops. You will forever be missed.