Paid in Full - Dad

I really have to post about how much is said in so few words. Here's an example.

A couple of months ago the sump pump went out in the basement. This pump handles the drain from the water softener, so having it fail would up a big deal. The back of the basement was a pond, lots of drywall was ruined (along with other stuff).

The night we found it, I called Dad and my friend Scott to help us get the water out. Now Dad is 77, 39 in Dad years, and goes to bed early every night. Still, he came to help with no problem, leaving around midnight.

We cleared the area (which we use for storage) and let it dry. Then I removed the damaged drywall. I did it myself, not wanting to bother Dad to get under the 2-foot-high shelf to get it out.

Most of the drywall I'm not going to replace. But the water worked it's way into my office, where Dad had added a closet and finished it with plaster. I did ask if he could fix it sometime, no hurry. That was Sunday, Father's Day.

Last night, when Pam and I go home and put the car in the garage, we noticed the office door was open. I walked into the office. The damage was fixed, good as new.

On a box in front of the closet sat two empty Bud Light bottles and a note.

It read, "Paid in Full - Dad".

Dad, it never will be.