Falls that turned out to need far more work than the listing had suggested.
David loved it.
Fixing things was simply part of who he was.
Over the next forty-four years, he repaired the plumbing, roof, furnace, fence, appliances, windows, floors, and almost anything else that stopped working.
He never did it to impress anyone.
He genuinely liked understanding why something was broken and making it right again.
He also never let me carry anything heavy.
Groceries.
Boxes.
Furniture.
If I reached for something, David was already taking it from
