My dad died last Sunday. Monday I was on my tractor in my orchard setting heavy 6x6x16ft posts for the trellis system for the 230 cider apple trees I just planted. To give my back a rest, I started pulling nails from a pile of 2x4s. It started to rain. I started to cry.
My dad taught me a lot of things about pulling nails and saving the wood, about work, about quality and precision, about doing things for yourself...just because. He taught me a lot about life and humor and love.
I wished I'd thanked him more.