Love Of Lincoln And A Missed Grandfather

I remember walking down the sidewalk as a little one, trying to rush my grandfather along because I needed to grab a bag of penny candy. He never did more than a slow steady stroll. He always stopped to bend down, looking at a penny, only to make me pick it up. It makes perfect sense to me now, grandpa always bought my penny candy with a dime. I grew up, of course distant, and snickered at his love for a penny. Grandpa passed away 20 years ago, leaving me a Volkswagen Bug and a suitcase. I had no problem driving the Bug, I placed the suitcase in my closet and never opened it. I came across it after I had my first grandson. I sat it down, touched it as I cried, never realized I didn't ever give myself a chance to mourn him. I found war letters from two US president's, a flight log, marriage/divorce papers, and a little brown bag with my name on it. Mostly all pennies, mostly all Lincoln pennies, nothing much a collector would want. They have much value for me, it brought back memories, and sparked a love for Lincoln.