Life Turns

I was out in the garage rummaging around and found a whole cabinet full of some of my dad's gun stuff. I knew he was getting into shooting and reloading right when I left for college, but I was never around when he did anything with it. I found a ton of .270, both reloaded and non-, a bunch of birdshot in various gauges, all of the reloading stuff, a stack of unused targets, and 2500 rounds of Federal .22LR marked "1984." It is weird that I still think of all of his stuff as "his," even though he died almost two year ago. It is weird to think that it is all now mine, since my mom and brother have no interest in it. I look at it and feel kind of like I'm stealing from my dad, which is also weird.

I am reading through Ecclesiastes right now and was struck again by chapter 3 (here from the HCS translation):

Ecclesiastes 3
The Mystery of Time
1 There is an occasion for everything,
and a time for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to give birth and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to uproot;

3 a time to kill and a time to heal;
a time to tear down and a time to build;

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance;

5 a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
a time to embrace and a time to avoid embracing;

6 a time to search and a time to count as lost;
a time to keep and a time to throw away;

7 a time to tear and a time to sew;
a time to be silent and a time to speak;

8 a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.

I guess there is also a time for leaving your dad's stuff in boxes and a time to shake the dust off and use it.

I've been needing some targets, and my 10/22 is beckoning me...