To most people they may only see a saw, a car, a hammer, a dirty piece of ply wood, a shop; but those of us who knew you, we see something more. We see pieces and glimpses of you. We see memories of you in each thing & each tool. We see your dreams in the projects left undone. We see your hands & craftsmanship on the handles of each tool. We see your creative spirit. We see you working & building, making things new and making things better. We see your wild, fun & free spirit in things like spray paint & all of your toys. We see a hard worker in your dirtied gloves. And somehow we feel closer to you with the smell of saw dust and lacquer. Or in a cold garage, or holding a rifle or blaring music with our windows rolled down. We see you in the faces of people who love you & who you have loved.
Other people may see an empty shop, but we see you.
We will never stop seeing you, Daddy. We love you.