You have to know that this shed has not been touched in about 5 years. When my son Dusty was alive he would drool as he entered the shed but nobody has been in there since.
As I entered the first thing I saw was an old bottle, be still my heart I have always had a love for old bottles. Then I saw a vintage oil can, then a key chain and at that instant I was so excited. I was a cleaning fool since I couldn't wait to see what else I would discover.
As I was sitting for a break just looking into the shed I pondered and remembered so many things from that tool shed. It was as though I was turning the pages of my mind, wiping dust off memories.
My Dad was a farmer his whole life. This was a part of who he was. His tools were at the center of his life. My eyes filled with tears as I remembered seeing him grab a tool to fix my bike, work on a tractor, tune my car, build a fence with each task he would just smile.
It had to be difficult for him to tell me to clear out his shed a part of him. By the time we (of course Mike helped me) were done our truck was full. Treasures of a hard working man, a loving father and devoted husband. I can't imagine letting someone clear my basement....I would hyper ventilate.
My journey yesterday took various different paths. All is good and all is well.