Recharging


My dad’s birthday was last week.  It was an incredibly busy week, with my brother and his family here, my aunt and uncle here, and me working, and being sick.  Add in a Labor Day weekend mini-getaway, and another aunt and uncle here, and you have a recipe for one exhausted worker bee.

I have been a bit down about my dad since then.  I’m not surprised – but that doesn’t make it easier.  I thought I got more birthdays with him.  He always had everything he claimed to want, and if he didn’t, he generally just purchased it (or it cost approximately $2,500 and I couldn’t afford it).  He wasn’t really a stuff kind of guy, unless you consider that he bought numerous duplicates for every article of clothing he liked.  It explained why that Navy-blue t-shirt never seemed to wear out.

The other night my mom showed me what one of my uncles had been up to during their visit.  My dad was a hobby woodworker, and he died with projects in various states of completion.  Again, no surprise there.  My uncle restored antique wooden boats for a living, so woodworking tools were right up his alley.  My uncle finished a few of the project pieces that my mom had.

I’m so grateful to my uncle that he was able to do this for my mom, but it made me cry all the same.  This little chest of drawers was one that my parents had worked on together several years ago, while taking a woodworking class at the local technical college.  What a beautiful work of art that we will treasure having.

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