My dad's garage is so organized,

he can find a screw from 1992 faster than I can find my car keys.

My dad's most consistent Sunday afternoon activity was falling asleep in his favorite recliner, often with a newspaper draped over his face.

I used to think he was just catching some Z's, but looking back, it was his quiet way of always being present, anchoring our home. He was our rock, even when he was napping.

My dad spent Father's Day happily starting a new home improvement project.

When I asked what he was building, he said, 'A bigger storage shed for all the tools I bought for the *last* project I started!'

I asked my dad for one piece of life advice he'd learned over the years, as a Father's Day gift.

He paused, thought for a long moment, and then said, 'Always make sure your phone is charged before you leave the house. Because that way, you can always call home.' My heart melted a little.