DAD

I grew up on Wade St.many years ago. It was a simpler time and we were poor but didn't know it.I built a house when I was three and I saw the world tumble down at five .To explain a bit- my Dad died when I was five but before he passed away he built 6 houses and I sort of helped . My Dad is gone but those houses have sustained us for almost 60 years. I have remodeled  most of them and in  strange way when I worked on them I felt his presence. One time in an attic I found one of his hammers- I won the lottery that day.I know that I could never sell any of those houses.  Hardly a day passes that I don't think of him and I wondered what if more times than I can count. I hope he has a view of all he is still such a part of down here- I told him a while back that we hit the jack-pot with our kids .I wish he could be here but really I know that he is.