My dad spent all Saturday in the garage, and when I asked him what he was working on, he said

nothing, just maintaining a 20-year relationship with his toolbox

For Father's Day, I tried to make my dad a fancy breakfast in bed to show my appreciation.

He just looked at it and said, "Hi fancy breakfast, I'm Dad."

I asked my dad why he still keeps all my childhood artwork, even the really bad drawings, and he said

it's because he's not looking at the artwork, he's looking at the memory, and that's something no artist can replicate.

My dad always said his greatest talent was being able to fix anything around the house.

And while he did master everything from leaky faucets to wobbly chairs, his real superpower was always knowing how to fix a bad day, usually with a groan-worthy dad joke and a hug that somehow glued everything back together.