When my dad passed away last summer, I brought home as many of his tools as I could. I filled crates and boxes with hammers, screwdrivers, wrenches, clamps and countless other items whose uses still escape me. I remember my dad using these tools to fix things around the house when I was a kid. Some of these tools even belonged to my dad’s dad.
I love having his tools. Every time I pick up one to fix a toy or hang a photo, I think of my dad … How he made repairs before buying anything new. How he kept broken things in case he could fix them later. How he saved everything, just in case.
I wish I could hold his hand again. But I know when I wrap my fingers around these tools that my dad’s hand was once lovingly wrapped around them, too. I love you, Dad. Happy Father’s Day ❤️