What was the best compliment you’ve received?
In Dec. 2003, I bought my first house. Small; less than 1,000 square feet. It almost didn’t qualify for a mortgage.
In the spring of 2004, I got to bring dad here to show him ‘my house.’ Well, mine and the bank. That was the first time in my life I remember my dad telling me he was proud of me.
Dad was born in 1913 (according to him). Times were very different. Getting my first car. Getting a degree. Getting my first ‘real job.’ These things didn’t impress him much. But a home. I will never know what it was about this that made him so proud.
Dad passed away in Dec. 2005. I’m glad he got the chance to visit me. He never would spend the night. He had to be home before dark. His home.
If you are interested in getting a little more insight into my dad; read my blog post The Legend of Dan Gut. It is based on a trip to our family cemetery. https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2022/10/31/the-legend-of-dan-gut/
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