Unwrapped Memories

Every morning he rose early, hands full of ideas and a smile for everyone. His son was his world, his pride, the reason every screw, plank and sketch mattered. With steady strength he built what others called impossible, always caring, always loving, unmistakably masculine. Then he disappeared unexpectedly, as if time had made a mistake. His unfinished dreams lingered among tools, wood scent, and silence. Yet he lives on in memory, every lesson, every loving act of who carries him daily, in everything he builds, becomes, and loves, as if love itself refuses to end.