So after my grandpa passed away a couple years ago, my grandmother wanted a new living room chair because she didn't like his. This wasnt exactly "his chair" that I grew up knowing as his, as he had bought it new when they moved out of their house into a senior living place just a few years prior to that. Still, it was his chair and my wife and I inherited the chair as it was a great basement chair as we wete trying to fill up a new house. You better believe I watched 9 innings from that seat last night. Only in the 10th when I had to pace around was i not sitting there. Would have preferred to have him sitting there in the moment, but trying to carry on his memory was the next best thing.