Day 15: Gear

My stepfather passed away this past December. One of his favorite hobbies was working on cars. Though for me, it always seemed out of place for someone so deeply philosophical. Somehow, since he died, it doesn't seem so very strange. All those hours out there alone gave him time to think, or maybe even not think. To turn it off and think only of the task at hand. I can't look at the garage at my mother's and not think of him and how excited he would get at the thought of changing the brake pads on our family van. Or for that matter, rewiring our house for wi-fi. The simplest things now remind me of Richard, or Poppy, as the kids and I called him. So, this is simply a gear that he loved because it belonged to his hydraulic lift.