My Dad, Bob, left this earth a little over 4 years ago. Suddenly, like we always knew he would as that’s how it’s done in our family. No lingering, no sickness – just here one day, gone the next.
I’m the oldest of 5 children. I have vivid memories of my childhood of my Dad leaving in the morning when it was dark and coming home in the evening when it was also dark. He didn’t take a vacation until I was about 16 years old and that was only because his company paid for us all to go to Disney. Each year we would use his vacation money for school clothes and supplies. He never complained. He would just get up and go to work.
When I was 12, my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister. We didn’t have any more bedrooms in the house and the existing ones could not squeeze in another bed. So we spent a summer digging out the basement. My brother and I would help in the evenings and weekends hauling pails of dirt. He turned that space into a bedroom and bathroom. An electrician by trade, he taught us how to pull wires, connect them, hang drywall, and an assortment of other skills we all still use today in our own homes.
My Dad loved to clean. That’s just how he was wired (no pun intended, but hey, it’s funny!). If we were having a party at the house, he would take out the vacuum cleaner while people were there to get a jump on the cleaning.
When he was 65, he retired, which for him meant he would just work 40 hours per week. We were lucky enough to have him come clean our house each week during that time. He liked to come and visit with the dogs and cats. He also liked to fix small things that were broken. It was wonderful to have him take care of us and he was happy for the extra cash.
I started Your Pet Chef almost 5 years ago. My dad helped me so much as I created the business plan and laid out my vision. His life of example was what I needed to stay focused on growing the business. Work hard, sacrifice, and helping where ever I can – that was his mantra and now it’s mine.