One gift I received on this trip back to Kansas was unexpectedly moving.
I received my late grandfather's black leather jacket and a pair of matching gloves. I'm the only one in the family who can wear it -- he was 6 foot 4 and I'm 6 foot 1. Everyone else in the family is shorter and thinner.
It was his coat in the last few years of his life. I remember watching him put it on, and thinking it was a pretty cool coat for an older guy. It reminds me of a pilot's jacket, which was probably intentional. My grandfather trained to be a parachutist in World War II.
But now the jacket comes to me. I'll think of him whenever I wear it.