Discovered this after his passing. It’s somewhat amusing now.

When my grandfather passed away, we began sorting through his things, hoping to find mementos or stories to cherish. One day, I stumbled upon a dusty old box in the attic that contained a bizarre collection of rubber ducks—each dressed in different superhero costumes. There was a duck in a cape, another sporting a mask, and even one styled like a pirate. He had clearly put a lot of thought into their looks, and it seemed like something he might’ve done for a laugh or a quirky art project.
At first, I was taken aback by the sheer randomness of it all. My grandfather, a no-nonsense former army sergeant, had a secret life as a duck enthusiast? But then I imagined him in his old age, hosting top-secret duck superhero meetings in the living room, and I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It added a whole new layer to his personality—who knew he was the type to gather an army of quacking heroes? Now, every time I see a rubber duck, I can’t help but chuckle, picturing him in his crunchy old recliner, chuckling at his own inside joke.