A Special Bond

My dad had worked on vehicles for over fifty years of his life.  Most of the time, if you could name it, he had worked on it or knew someone who did.  My father is seventy nine now and don't do much mechanics only to give advice or pin-point problems to the exact science.   I had always marveled at my father on how well respected he was and is with his knowledge.  I think all of us who look up to our parents feel a sense of pride and "Bragging Rights" that are granted to us to make known to others and why not.  What is so terrible to boast about those we love when we are proud to the point of tears.  What we learn from our parents is so precious and rare, especially as they age. The gifts are retained in our memory and come out visually in  the things we do everyday, a lot of times not even knowing it.

Not long ago, maybe a week or so, my nephew's car was experiencing trouble with its fuel pump.  My brother agreed to look at the car.  He had learned so much from my father and dad came over to his home to help out even though he couldn't get underneath of it.  What a special bond between my brother and my dad.  I think its one that only fathers and sons understand between themselves as do mothers and daughters. Not one of these should be violated because it is for certain a spiritual connection of sorts. It is a guarantee that the job will be done right.  Between them and for others.  Satisfaction is there, when the project is completed.  My brother worked and my father guided him. My brother used his hands as my dad's hands.
I like it, how else could make it an unbeatable combination, after all it is born in us, trusting as we do when we take our first steps.  So here's to all the sons and their dads, never let go. that bond runs deep!