2 month anniversary of his passing today.
Went over to my mothers and did cleanup. Back porch was a mess, and spring is really coming so things need to get ready. She wants to learn how to weedwack and use hte mower. A few years ago I bought my father the ryobi 40v electric weedwacker, and then a cuople years ago a cub cadet zero turn. So the afternoon was spent teaching her how to use these things. Plus the differnet drills, bits, and batteries. My father had the craftsman 19v, ryobi 18v, black and decker 20v, and more recently i got him hte milwaukee m12 drill/driver because the others were getting heavy for him.
I used the kubota to fill in the pond, it had a leak and was draining out and left pond scum, which left a bad odor. So my mother asked me to come over and take care of it. While I was there she told me to come and smell something. She thought it was a sewage leak. But right away I recognized it as a propane leak. I go over to the propane tank on the house and smell for leaks, and nothing. So i go to the tank on the rv and shut it off, and wait a few minutes. Then i go and smell again, and nothing. rv system has a propane leak. It's off for now, but one more thing to deal with.
My father loved his kubota, but he had a bit of a "fix everything with a hammer" approach. When I turned on the tractor, the dash was dead. I had recently wired up flood lights on top of the cab for him so he could see at night. Apparently, he couldn't find hte switch and started clipping wires. No fuel gauge, no tach, no glow plug light, no oil pressure light, etc. Completely dead. But it started.
Lifted the bucket and I noticed a slight leak. Rammed the dirt pile and went to lift and hydraulic fluid gushed. A few years back he had a hydraulic leak on a hose. Old hose. I told him to take it off and take it to a shop I use and they'd make him a new one on the spot. And he did. But his re-assembly process, not so great. They're JIC fittings and one end is a swivel end and he apparently did hte swivel first, and then couldn't crank down the other end. So he used teflon tape. Then he somehow found a jic to jic adapter and fitted it on. Either way, I need to get it to the shop and break it all down and start from scratch.
I went through the garage, the shed, all his projects, one by one, for the first time with my mother. She broke down multiple times. It was hard. For her, and for me. This was everything he wanted to do. And he got cut short. I told my wife, if i ever give up, don't let me. Push through the pain, discomfort, and agony. Don't let me die, under any circumstance. I have **** to do.