Dear Dad,
I need to apologize.
For all those times you were in your workroom quietly trying to work on something and I was there — at your elbow, over your shoulder, asking endless questions – I am sorry.
Having a 6 year old, whenever I try to work on the car or on some project around the house, she is there ‘helping’. Don’t get me wrong, I love her more than anything. And, I really do like having her help me. I enjoying teaching her the things you taught me – changing the oil in the car; rotating tires; fixing a faucet.
But honestly, sometimes I just want work. Uninterrupted. Sometimes I just need to finish the project.
So dad, thank you for your patience and wisdom and everything you taught me.
And I’m sorry.
Love,
Tim
