It took a bit for me to read this one. Typical for life with any autoimmune conditions.
I am loving the way the compassion came from allowing his imperfect perfectionist ideals to be a way to learn it is okay as none of us reach that level.
Dad’s, where many of us are concerned is perfect no matter what. Mom’s sometimes are much more difficult too forgive it even understand.
Both are true in my life. That is okay too. Maybe tomorrow I will see what made her tick. In the meantime Daddy was always the perfect one to me.
Yes - I am hoping one day I can if not understand her - that I will maybe deal with it better. I loved her because she was mother - but it was shallow. I love these stories and I hope to maybe share something of my own - I’m always searching for my perfect story & I am so far from perfect it isn’t funny! ❤️
My father was a machinist and loved to work with his hands - he made wrought iron end tables and a coffee table and a plant holder complete with a copper box in it to catch water from the plants - my youngest brother still has all of them. He uses them on his patio and removed the glass tops on each of them with wood.
My dad was the opposite of your dad! After he died last summer, I found his L-Square ruler in his junky garage. I cleaned up his messy tool chest and shipped it back to my place with the ruler in one of the draws. Thanks for this memory of a useful tool.
All the aromas in this piece bring me right into his workshop and make me want to help him alphabetize the paint colors. I am a kindred spirit with your father in his adoration of order, and I love how you end the piece. Thanks for writing it!
It took a bit for me to read this one. Typical for life with any autoimmune conditions.
I am loving the way the compassion came from allowing his imperfect perfectionist ideals to be a way to learn it is okay as none of us reach that level.
Dad’s, where many of us are concerned is perfect no matter what. Mom’s sometimes are much more difficult too forgive it even understand.
Both are true in my life. That is okay too. Maybe tomorrow I will see what made her tick. In the meantime Daddy was always the perfect one to me.
Thank you for reading and appreciating. I learn a lot about compassion from these stories 💓
Yes - I am hoping one day I can if not understand her - that I will maybe deal with it better. I loved her because she was mother - but it was shallow. I love these stories and I hope to maybe share something of my own - I’m always searching for my perfect story & I am so far from perfect it isn’t funny! ❤️
My father was a machinist and loved to work with his hands - he made wrought iron end tables and a coffee table and a plant holder complete with a copper box in it to catch water from the plants - my youngest brother still has all of them. He uses them on his patio and removed the glass tops on each of them with wood.
I love when these stories bring up memories for other people. And I’m glad your brother has all those pieces 💓
He took them from the garage when Mom sold the house she'd lived in since 1955! Of my 3 brothers, John is the youngest and most sentimental.
My mechanic father loved precision as well! Lovely tribute.
Those weights❤️
My dad was the opposite of your dad! After he died last summer, I found his L-Square ruler in his junky garage. I cleaned up his messy tool chest and shipped it back to my place with the ruler in one of the draws. Thanks for this memory of a useful tool.
A whole tool chest!
All the aromas in this piece bring me right into his workshop and make me want to help him alphabetize the paint colors. I am a kindred spirit with your father in his adoration of order, and I love how you end the piece. Thanks for writing it!
the description of that shop is also appealing to me 💗
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