Last year, my dad sold the dirt contracting business that he had worked countless hours at my entire life. Now, he spends his days in Arizona with a pool and bar in his back yard, big machines and leveled dirt only in his memories. Even though that profession isn't a part of my life or my family's life anymore, it's funny how it can stick with you.
As I sat and watched it rain and rain and rain this weekend, all I kept thinking about is how muddy those construction sites were going to be. I kept remembering my dad moping around the house, thinking about the time and money he was losing. I was actually really upset that my rain gauge wasn't out because I felt the need to go check how many inches we had accumulated. I even made potato soup because I knew that was what my dad would have put his effort into when he got rained out.
This isn't the only way I'm still attached to the construction business. I can't tell you how many times in this past year I've driven by yellow bulldozers or scrapers and turned my head, looking for that Siel Construction label on the side that I know isn't there. Sometimes I'll see a truck with Oversize Load on the back and check the cab for a familiar face. I drive over highways all the time and wonder did my dad ever work on this stretch of land? Even though I was never involved in my dad's business more than holding a stop sign on the side of the road for one summer, it's amazing how others' lives and careers can seep into your own without you thinking about it.
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