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My dad wasn't perfect, but he always did what was best for my mom and I. He worked his ass off doing a number of labor jobs (carpentry, mechanic, electrical, plumbing, etc) and was a jack of all trades. He dropped out his sophomore year in the 70s to help support his parents when his dad had a stroke and just kept working the labor jobs. He was well known enough in the plumbing business that when Disney was planning another hotel they asked for him by name to lead the plumbing project.
When all that hard labor caught up with him and he had his back surgery, it threw him on his ass and disability. He still kept working on stuff after recovering, rebuilt his uncle's Willy's he had found, swapping motors out of his truck when he eventually killed it, doing home renovations, everything. All while trying to teach my dumbass some of what he knew so I'd know something useful. I learned a lot from him, but not nearly all of what he knew. He was a stubborn hard ass so he liked things done a certain way and would sometimes get frustrated if I wasn't doing it right, but never in a "I'm going to scream at you because you fucked up" kinda way.
It took me until he was diagnosed with cancer to realize why he had always been a hard ass and pushing me to do better, he didn't want me to follow his footsteps and he stuck doing these hard labor jobs, destroying my body like he did his. Sorry that didn't work out, old man.
It's not really a particular memory of my dad that impacted me, it's basically his whole memory of him that did. I've had lots of great memories with him, but everything he always did was for his family first, he was very selfless. I wouldn't be who I am today without my dad.
Happy father's day, dad. Miss you.