My father was the greatest man I had ever met. When I was a young girl, I looked up to him like he was a singing idol. There was something about him that made me want to be just like him. I know that sounds strange coming from a girl, but he really impressed me. I remember when I was about five, I told my mom that I was going to marry Daddy when I grew up. She asked me what would happen to her? I smiled and said that she would be old and probably dead by then. Sometimes I even went to work with daddy, hoping that he would teach me how to do his job. I enjoyed being with him when he went into people’s houses. I could play with their children, or watch daddy as he worked on the furnaces or air conditioning units. I didn’t mind going outside when he was working on the air conditioning units. It was spring or summer and the air was always warm. It was nice to play in the yard while daddy worked on the AC units. I didn’t mind being with daddy when he worked on the furnaces either, unless there were no other kids in the house. The only thing I remember about furnaces is that they are always in damp, dark areas of the basement, and it scared me. That is the only thing that kept me from becoming an HVAC technician like my dad. I wanted to go to work with him, but there was no way I was going to do the same work he did.