the kind of man who shows love by showing up.
If your water heater fails at ten o’clock on a Sunday night, Dad appears with a toolbox before you have time to decide who to call.
If you try to thank him, he waves it away like gratitude makes him uncomfortable.
His garage has always smelled like motor oil, cold concrete, and old tools.
To me, that smell has never meant dirt.
It meant reliability.
When I was a kid and something broke, nobody panicked.
We waited for Dad.
Because
