“On the darkest days, when I feel inadequate, unloved, and unworthy, I remember whose daughter I am, and I straighten my crown” (unknown author)

This post is dedicated to my dad, I lost him in 2007 when he was fairly young and I was barley 30,my brother barley 20.

My son, his third grandson and fourth grandchild had just turned 2,my first niece, my brothers first child was a month away from being born.

I learned many things being his daughter, many things I’ve passed on to my own children, one being use things you have and make them new again.

I am by no means am a great woodworker, the daughter of one but not one.

After he passed I decided I would pick up the power tools and learn, and somehow keep a part of him with me.

Hubz brought home some 4×4 and 6×6 post ends, I’ve used them so far for floral arrangements. I knew once I made the 1st that this year I would make one for dads grave.

I used a 6×6 here, the letters were from my odds and ends stash as were the metal corners.

A few years ago I found this little wooden work boot at a garage sale, didn’t know how I’d use it but knew it reminded me of dad.

It has since become tradition that when I place a flower arrangement at dad’s grave I pick one and bring it home and place it in the boot. keeping a little bit of him with me and a little bit of me with him.

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