|Forum topic by ChuckV||posted 01-15-2015 06:54 PM||694 views||0 times favorited||8 replies|
01-15-2015 06:54 PM
I believe that there are others here that will understand how I am feeling.
My dad is still with us at 97. His life has been unlike that of anyone else that I know. I believe that his experiences in the Air Force flying bombing missions over Europe during WWII shaped the rest of his life in many ways. Surviving all those days when there was a real possibility of never returning gave him incredible calmness and levelheadedness even when the rest of us were panicking over our latest “crisis”.
This great man is showing signs that his long run is nearly over. A few weeks ago, I picked up two small boxes of his tools that were in storage. They are the general-purpose kinds of things that many people have in their basement.
I remember both of us using these tools so many, many times. I see the pieces that he cleverly re-purposed – the hex wrench ground to be an offset screwdriver, the magnet attached to a handle (with his initials carved in it) to recover pieces dropped into the TVs and radios that he used to repair.
My youngest son is turning 11 in a few days. His mechanical ability is well beyond anything that I ever had at that age. I decided to pass most of these tools on to my son. Today, I went through the boxes and picked out the pieces that I will give to my son. I did not expect this task to bring me to tears, but it did. At the same time, I smile with joy knowing that my son will use and care for these tools.
And up on the hill, there’s an old sheep that’s dying
-- “And the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of their spiritless undying selves.” ― I. Anderson