My dads desk

I now own my dads desk. When my dad died in March my brother and I cleared out his den. There was lots of garbage, checks that my dad saved from the past 20 years, all sorts of old mail, years and years of magazines. There was also some of his prized possessions. All of his Roy Rogers collectibles. Old and new photos. Lots and lots of journals that he kept over the years. We boxed up all of the good stuff and we threw away the 20 year old mail. We poured over his old journals and read some stuff he had written over the years. There in the corner of the room was his desk. A roll top desk that he had for years. I can still see him sitting at the desk paying his bills or reading his bible. He had this desk for as far back as I can remember. My brother did not want my dads desk. My mom did not want it anymore and I was more then happy to take the desk. I do not need a desk and I was not looking for a desk but it means a lot to me to have something that my dad enjoyed for years and years. The desk is still in really good shape. It needs a knob or two fixed. Also, if you look close at the closer picture you can see scratches and gouges along the edge of the desk. Those are from my dad. He wore a big heavy watch and after years and years of his watch dragging across the edge of the desk it wore into the wood. My brother thinks I should sand it down and stain it so it looks better. I am going to leave it just the way it is because that is part of what makes this desk unique and special. If I want a perfect desk I will go buy one but this one is more perfect because it has meaning.