He is the hardest working man I know. I can remember as a child he would build barbed wire fences with a sledgehammer and his bare hands. Now he didn't have a lot of patience but he was efficient and everyone needed to do the job how he wanted them too. He had a workshop in the basement of our house with woodworking tools of all sorts. I remember when I was about 3 or 4, he let me use the hammer and bang nails into a piece of wood. I think I had like 50 nails in this little board. It wasn't about the nails, it was the time spent together that meant the most. I gained all of my early craftsmanship experience from him.
Unfortunately we live so far away from each other but I know that he is supportive of my life and dreams even if he doesn't express it. I will always remember the positive memories and forgive the bad. I appreciate all of the special things he taught me. Thank you, Darvin.
