I remember my dad mixing cement. Something he could do himself.
I remember him building our garage. A few times I remember some of his friends coming over to spend the day and help, but we never hired anybody to do things. My dad could do it all. Almost anything.
As a kid I didn’t realize until later that some families just call somebody and pay them to fix or build or repair.
Just like any person, it is interesting to watch your father change as they go through the ages.
When we were young he worked from the morning until the afternoon, and sometimes into the evening or night. Whatever time he was finished with work, he would come home and keep working. As was the life of having a family, and kids, and a house in the woods. Things always needed to be done. My mother and he divided and conquered.
We were a young family with a single bread-winner. He worked on the weekend. He brought home used equipment to remove the copper pipes that had cash value. He didn’t fail to make an effort. He and my mother did what they could to make money or save money.
Due to their combined efforts over the years we reached a certain prosperity, enjoyed greater comforts and sometimes even small luxuries.
I hope nowadays my father is seeing things start to slow. I hope he’s finding more time for enjoyment.
He loves his family and gives them so much. He lives his life being a good friend to friends and good family to family.
His parents were my last remaining grandparents for my adult life. My mother’s parents passed away some years ago now. It has only been a few years and a couple Christmases where we had to celebrate the memory of them instead of celebrating with them. I know at times it has been hard for him.
The more time that passes the more I want things to be easier for him. He deserves it.
A life well-lived warrants a life complete with rewards and enjoyment, especially as you move away from your youth into your later years.
He’s not old. Not by mind, not by body.
But he probably feels old sometimes. I know I do.
His family loves him. I know I do.
He has been the greatest father-in-law to my wife that I could have ever hoped. She is as lovable a person as I have ever known. She’s open and caring and I think he is always as happy to see her and she is to see and spend time with him. She loves him too.
We both think about him and talk about him when he isn’t there.
He is good.
When I look at him I see him.
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