My dad came all that way to help build a fence.
But what he really gave me was his time.
As I get older, I feel the weight of those shared hours more than ever.
We worked quietly, side by side, in a rhythm that felt familiar and rare all at once.
It wasn’t just about the fence. It was about being together, doing something that mattered, even if only to us.
I’m more grateful than I can say.
Not just for the help, but for the memory I’ll carry with me.
– Jamie