I have lurked off and on for 5 years now. I have used the ideas and learned heaps from this NG. It has made me proud to call myself a woodworker and I guess that pride wore off on my Dad. My Dad was one of those guys that was lucky if he hit the nail 1 more time than he hit the wood around it. But when he saw the various pieces of furniture that I made for myself, my wife and especially him, his eyes brightened up to say the least. Well, less than 3 weeks ago he was told he had cancer, and as he came into the shop, I knew he was in trouble. I was busy finishing up a couple of horse swings and he knew I was busy. He just motioned for my to continue and I finished them up. It was common for him to drop by and just look around...I think he took all of it in and just said to himself, "My little boy makes this." Well after a couple of bad weeks, we brought my Dad home to die. The doctor said, "maybe 3 weeks" As he lays in a bed, he turns his head and shows that drawn, weary face. Instead of complaining about dying, he tells me..." Don't worry about me...you've got children waiting for their toys...better get out to the shop..."
Folks, my dad wasn't sick a day in his life...and until 3 weeks ago, had never been in a hospital as a patient....
Let's love each other because we never know how much time we have with our loved ones.
Cheers John