He taught me how to change a tire and jump start a battery. He showed me the proper way to paint a house. He shared with me his love of gardening and of all growing things. He made sure I knew how to safely handle firearms. When using tools like a hammer or saw, he would hand the tool to me and say, "Here, you try it."
By example he showed me what honesty and integrity was all about. His work ethic was second to none. His handshake was as good as any written contract.
He wasn't perfect. None of us are. He told the dumbest jokes on the planet, the kind that make you groan. He held opinions that were not even close to being politically correct. But he loved me unconditionally no matter what stupid thing I did. And I knew I could always go home.
Happy Father's Day, Dad. I love and miss you so very much.