My dad was a carpenter in his working years, and being involved in many a building project himself, he followed the building of our new house with great interest. He always knew what was coming up next, told us about the time when he was still involved, and how things had changed over the years. Not only did he show great interest, he was also proud and a great supporter.
When we felt the world had to stand still for at least a few moments, time just passed us by as usual, and the builders kept going on as if nothing had happened. Which was hard, but a blessing at the same time, because it makes you realise you have to go on.
So in the past few weeks, we saw the house 'grow' fast. The highest point has already been reached, the roof is half done, windows have been ordered, and all in all things are just progressing rapidly.
The pictures below show different stages of progress.
Walls:
Ceiling in the living room:
Bedroom without roof:
Brick walls:
Roof!
Wish you were here to share it with us dad!
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Oh, hugs to you. Death of a parent is never easy, even though it is the "natural order" of things. You never stop missing them, but the pain does ease. Almost every day, I'll see, hear something that will make me think that my father would have really appreciated that. Or, I'll make a note to call my mother to talk to her about something.
The house is coming along great!
Ann
Thanks Ann. We're all just taking it one day at a time. Some days are better than others, but as you said, it's the natural order and we need to keep going. I hope that we will both keep finding comfort in the good memories we have.
Heleen, I know this is a little late, but I'm so sorry to hear about your dad. You and your family will be in my thoughts.
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