It’s been almost three years since my dad died, and today I walked into his workshop for the first time in many months. I was immediately assailed by the smell of sawdust, so pervasive, even after all this time. I was instantly transported back to seeing my dad at work in his shop through the years. My dad had a strong work ethic and loved to make things. The large wood shop still retains its essence with tools, wood, and bits of projects lying around. It has a strong sense of place. My dad was continually building things and gave me a love for all things architectural as we wandered through houses under construction including his custom retirement home being built.
I hope to learn more woodworking skills and carry on dad’s legacy and make use of his wonderful wood shop.
I am blessed to have a number of his handmade pieces in my home, but the one that I treasure most is one that he and I did together.
I have so many great memories of my dad who taught me the value of hard work and taking pride in creating beautiful things.
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