The Way We Were Wednesday - Returning Things

Dale, my oldest brother, bought this in Asia on his first tour of duty in the Navy, on an aircraft carrier. He came home on leave, and the camera went to my father.  To be fair, Dale had "borrowed" money from dad, it was never clear to me if Dale thought the camera was to repay dad, or if dad kind of seized it in payment. 

It was the first 35-mm SLR I used. It has one of the sharpest lenses I have ever used.  Sometime in the past 25 years, mom sent it home with me, along with another camera that had been hers. Her camera I gave to my nephew. I held onto the Cannon.  It didn't get used, the shutter started to stick.  I came across it last year when I was sorting out the house in Lexington.  I snapped this image and emailed Dale and asked if he would like to have it. He responded in an unusually fast response with a YES! 

I returned it to him last March when I visited Florida.  Back where it belonged.  I don't care what Dale does with it, for me it was closure on a strange chapter in family history. 

Have you returned anything to where it belonged?