It was good fortune 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 I
feel the touch of 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 over the years with all sorts of projects.
Today when something needs to be done these tools provide just the right help
because they were chosen wisely 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 it is started it will be
finished in a timely fashion; thanks to the tools and extra help my dad still gives me.
These tools he left behind speak louder and more to me
then my dear dad ever did when he was alive.
Eddie Two Hawks