My drill and I have a story and it’s all about memories, those you hold on to and those you let go of.
In 2009 my dad passed away, for any of you who have lost a parent, you will understand the mix of emotions you go through.
I remember feeling this deep sorrow at his passing and as we went through his belongings, it was almost impossible to make any sensible decisions on what I should take with me. However, one thing caught my ex-husbands eye, and it was my dad’s drill. Dad had bequeathed it to him months before he passed. It was used regularly.
Years later, I was to part from my husband, still full of grief at my dad’s passing but now mourning the loss of my marriage to someone I had loved very much.
As we went through our belongings, it was only right that I took back the drill that had belonged to my dad.
However, as a woman who had truly lost herself for a bit, I had no clue if I would ever use the drill as quite simply, the skills I had had, prior to my marriage, had gone, and frankly speaking, even changing a lightbulb had become a challenge.
In 2017, on the slow road to recovery after our split in 2016, I decided to enrol myself on a woman’s empowering course in London where we were taught the basic skills of drilling and painting.
Years went by before I picked up the drill, but in 2019, with my business starting to take off, the drill was needed. A client asked if I could put up a picture for her.
That night I charged up the battery and the next day put up two pictures, confidently doing so.
Last week I put up another two pictures. Every time I use that drill it’s like my dad is still with me and when I wonder which screw or drill bit to use, I simply ask him for guidance.
I believe, that when you lose someone, they are never really gone, they are simply in a different place and the memories you hold of them here on earth, can be brought down to just one item, in my case a very special drill.
My dad may be gone, but every time I use that drill, I have a little piece of him in the palm of my hand. I bet he’s smiling now as I type this and proud that his daughter eventually got her mojo back and found the happiness she was seeking all her life.
With Love
Beth
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