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\"\"<\/a>When I tell people — sometimes even close friends — that I miss my father-in-law at least as much as my own father, they react in two ways:\u00a0 Some flat don’t believe me. Others want to know why, as if my father was somehow a monster. He wasn’t — just gone a lot, and we fought.<\/p>\n

My father-in-law, in contrast, loved me dearly, and I knew it from very early on. Even now, her mind winding in and out of the shadowy byways of old age, my mother-in-law will tell the story of when Dad heard I received my Ph.D. She says he clapped his hands loudly, and yelled WHOOHOO! <\/em>He was always my cheerleader.<\/p>\n

So that the other day, when I walked into his large, carefully organised workshop, 20 years dropped away, and I saw him, hale & hearty at his workbench, two tow-headed boys on tiptoe to see over the edge, watching him fix whatever they had broken.\"\"<\/a> It might have been late winter, the cast-iron stove glowing, the marshmallow forks to the side, and my mother-in-law and I making dinner in the kitchen, to bring outside.<\/p>\n

Instead, it is years later, two-and-a-half after his death. But still I had to stop and catch my breath, the very air around us shimmering w\/ the smell of cleanly oiled and sharpened tools, wooden shelves full of things that might be needed, and tool box after tool box neatly stored. Somehow he was there<\/em>, in the sawdust and oil fragrance, in the rows of nail cans and the 6′ saw hanging from the eaves and the coiled wire hung from a hook.<\/p>\n

We didn’t have much time, after Dad died, to grieve for him. My mother-in-law quickly began to go downhill, and we needed to look after her. It was only about a year — full of a flood and new carpet and two weeks of no power and freezing ice and snow and so much more — after\u00a0 Dad’s death that she broke her knee and had to be moved to town.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>That was 18 months ago, and we are only now cleaning out the house. With its two-car garage, its four-car workshop. And its four-bay pole barn… Each full of lives lived to the brim, and the careful saving ways of another generation. There are three hot water tanks — empty and rusty, but just in case.<\/p>\n

When we tried, several years ago, to help Dad clean out some of this junk, he flat refused. Nicely, but adamantly. But Dad, <\/em>my husband asked. What on earth do you need THREE hot water tanks for? Can’t we at least pitch ONE?<\/em> Nope, Dad said. You just never know what you\u00a0 might need…<\/p>\n

At every turn, on every shelf, there is a story. As there is in the kitchen, where he cooked with my beloved Mom. There is the bone saw he made from an old wood saw — cut down to kitchen size, w\/ a hand-made handle, carefully stowed in a hand-crafted knife insert in a drawer. With it, he worked magic on entire sides of beef, or a small-town-size ham. There is the spice rack cut to size to fit the back of a cabinet. Not a room is absent his trace ~<\/p>\n

Our sons had a saying, when something — almost anything — broke: I bet Grandad can fix it!<\/em> And usually, if not always, he could. A top-notch machinist, a literate life-long learner, if he didn’t know something, he knew where there was a book that could teach him.\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

What he never would have believed is how much each of us learned from him. He and Mom taught me how to cook — I have his stained recipes — hand-printed in his draftsman’s hand, meticulously attributed and amended — carefully filed in my wooden recipe box. He taught me it was okay to be omniverously curious — I must have caught him reading in the wee hours a hundred times, everything from a book on dogs to a country cookbook to a book on tall ships.<\/p>\n

More than anything, he taught me about love. How to make an outsider into an insider, how to welcome a stranger. How to love his son, his wife, his daughter-in-law, his grandchildren.<\/p>\n

I miss you, Dad.<\/p>\n

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