My father passed away a little over 2 weeks ago. It was somewhat sudden, but not totally unexpected. He lived a hard life - much, but not all, his own fault.
We weren't exactly close, but one thing we did have in common was a love of tools. He was a carpenter and handyman for many years, as was his father (who was also a Millwright and a Navy Aircraft mechanic in WWII).
Unfortunately, my dad was attacked a couple years back at his home, and quite a few of his best tools were stolen. I remember sitting with him afterwards, his body riddled with cuts, scrapes, bruises, and stab wounds, and all he would talk about were what tools he had lost (many of them belonged to his dad). Sadly, this was also the last time that I saw him in person. He never got to meet my twin daughters, but when I talked to him, he would always say, "Kiss them babies!"
But, I digress. The real reason for my post is to share with my fellow tool-lovers some of my best memories of my dad: his tools. I spent a day going through his shed last week, picking out the tools that I remembered him using, and leaving the new shiny stuff for my step-mom. I know there aren't a ton of expensive or antique tools in his collection, but I am proud of them nonetheless. Some of them will go to my brother, but he took most of the motorcycle gear, so I get most of the tools
We weren't exactly close, but one thing we did have in common was a love of tools. He was a carpenter and handyman for many years, as was his father (who was also a Millwright and a Navy Aircraft mechanic in WWII).
Unfortunately, my dad was attacked a couple years back at his home, and quite a few of his best tools were stolen. I remember sitting with him afterwards, his body riddled with cuts, scrapes, bruises, and stab wounds, and all he would talk about were what tools he had lost (many of them belonged to his dad). Sadly, this was also the last time that I saw him in person. He never got to meet my twin daughters, but when I talked to him, he would always say, "Kiss them babies!"
But, I digress. The real reason for my post is to share with my fellow tool-lovers some of my best memories of my dad: his tools. I spent a day going through his shed last week, picking out the tools that I remembered him using, and leaving the new shiny stuff for my step-mom. I know there aren't a ton of expensive or antique tools in his collection, but I am proud of them nonetheless. Some of them will go to my brother, but he took most of the motorcycle gear, so I get most of the tools
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