As some of you may remember, in March of 06' my dad passed away. My parents had been divorced since I was 5, and my mom had moved back to Michigan, her home state, and my dad stayed in Rhode Island, his home state. So every year, until I was 18, my sister and I spent the summer with my dad and his family out East. Until we were a bit older, we mostly stayed with my dad's folks, as it was easier than finding a sitter for just those few weeks in the summer. And we always had a pool. Not necessarily a big, beautiful, built-in pool, but one that was definitely big enough to swim in. Even after I was married, we would go out East to visit, and dad had a pool. As he neared retirement age, he had only one place in mind:
He bought himself a sweet, little 2 bedroom, and the first thing he did? Put in an in-ground pool.
Now....cut to the present.
My sister passed away unexpectedly 4 years ago, so that left only Cyn as an heir.
Dad left me his house, his car, and his truck.
Brought the truck and the car back to MI.
Sold the house.
And paid off a lot of bills.
And this week:
put in a pool.
Of all the things I had to do with dad's money, this is the thing he would have wanted the most for me.
After the excavators came and went, and the pool installers came and went, and the water trucks came and went...
Cyn got in the pool.
And cried like a baby.
Ever so thankful for my dad and the blessing he has always been to me.
Farmboy, nephew Adam, and good friend Craig, putting the steps in.