I have this giant wrench on my mantle. My dad used to use this wrench. He used to own and repair a lot of heavy equipment with nuts and bolts requiring a wrench of this size. I think the most incredible thing about it was watching my dad use this wrench. He had these big, strong hands, creased and scarred from years of fixing cars and building things and surviving the Vietnam War. Hands that didn't wear gloves because gloves just got in the way of what he was trying to do. His hands told stories without him ever saying a word.
This wrench reminds me of my dad's strength, not just from the literal amount of strength it takes to wield a wrench of this size, which he absolutely had, but what it represents symbolically about who my dad was. My dad was humble, hard working, strong in his beliefs, in love and in character.
It's a beautiful wrench.