My dad always made these primitive boxes. To hold what ever was the need at the time. Drawer pulls...screws or nails, hinges...
Yesterday was my dad's birthday.
Feb. 23.
He would have been 84. He died 2 years ago. I miss him. He is missing out on so much. Is he in a better place, I don’t know. I hope.
I do know things are not the same since he left. Family has changed, confused, hurt, lost.
