The old gas furnace

When I heard the news that my father had passed away after battling an illness for several years, I was feeling so sad and heartbroken. I suddenly hustled back to the north where I grew up to help out with the funeral plus to console my family. The original proposal was to sell my father’s condo due to the fact my younger siblings and I live so far away from the house now that all of us are adults. I loved that condo plus I have several fond memories there, so I went with my gut feeling and said that I would take over the house. Now that it has been a few months, I am pretty gleeful with my decision to relocate back up here, even though the winters are simply brutal. The condo is much warmer during the winter than I remember as a little boy. My dad must have replaced the old heated gas oil furnace or boosted up the insulation. My father was a heating and A/C repairman before he retired, so he always knew how to fix up his own heating and cooling units to help save money. I can still remember him telling me when I was a child over and over “son, before you call somebody to come and help you repair something, try to learn how to repair it yourself.” That message still comes to my mind whenever I am tied up cleaning out the heated gas oil furnace on those cold days. I sure am feeling blessed that this condo is still within our close knit family.