What a great fortune it is to have inherited my dad's tools.
He was good with his hands and choose his tools wisely.
My hands now touch these tools that he once used and at times
feel his hands on them. It is quite an assortment of tools. He possessed open wrenches
and socket wrenches, various files, hammers, screwdrivers of all sorts and sizes.
They have helped me many times with all sorts of projects. Today when something
needs to be done these tools provide just the right help because they were chosen
for strength, ease of use, and durability. Every time they are in my hands I think
of him and ask for his advise.
Sometimes a project is not started for weeks.
I know he is giving it some thought. There is something unknown that will alter
the situation this way or that way and what I know about it will change.
Whenever is started will be finished in a timely fashion; thanks to the tools
my dad left me.
My dad speaks louder through the tools he left behind then
he ever did while he was alive. These tools tell me more about him then
he otherwise shared with me.