It's done. We have spent the last couple of months going through everything in the garage shop, the wood shop, and the attic in the garage. We found new homes for almost every item, and not just a place for it to sit around, we found homes that will use and cherish these items.




I remembered, and learned, so much about my Dad during this. We found numerous awards and accommodations from his many years at I.B.M., and in those I learned that my Father did not stop when most others would. If he was asked for his assistance with a small issue, he would look at the whole situation, help out with the issue presented to him, and check back from time to time to insure things where going smooth. It was not his project, however, his name was now part of it and he wanted the project to succeed. It sounds a lot like parenting, but without the awards.




I remembered that my Dad respected a lot of people. To him, it did not matter what your job title was, he did not base his friendships like that. He treated people fairly and honestly. He did not flaunt his intelligence, he used to help and assist anyone in need. In his profession he worked closely with many people from many different backgrounds. In all the work related conversations I was lucky enough to be part of, I never heard him talk negatively about anyone, even the “bean counters”. The more I think about it, the more I realize that this sounds a lot like my Grandfather.




My Dad was a great guy! He made mistakes, however, he learned from them and did not let those mistakes bring him down. I wish I would have started paying attention to his advice earlier in my life.




It hit me last night as Kevin and I were standing at the back of my truck, in the driveway with the view we will never see again, that not only did Dad pass away, but we are leaving our home. It was very saddening, but at least we have all the memories of Dad and our home.




I love him so much, and miss him even more.




John Sainsbury