My dad was a machinist in a large manufacturing business. He worked at the same company for over 30 years, the same company where my grandfather was also employed. The business shut down and moved their operations out of the country. Both he and my grandfather were in the military, with my grandfather (Navy) at Pearl Harbor during WWII and, several decades later, my dad (Army) stationed in Germany.

Until retirement, he worked a couple of other places after that and his expertise was not in high demand. Manufacturing continues to be a dying art in this country.

It was rather sad seeing the decline of his career. During my childhood and teens, he'd come home with all these gashes and cuts yet he always got up every day at 5:00 a.m. to go back to the factory. I swore I'd never do that based on the amount of injuries he sustained.

Instead of choosing a path on the military, I went to college and became the first graduate in our family. In my early 20s, I was making more than my father, which was quite humbling for me. During his retirement, I'd still buddy up with him and we'd go out and get a few drinks. It was always fascinating to hear his life story.

I'm a compliance officer for workplace safety and been doing this for over a decade. While I was growing up, it was ghastly seeing all those injuries my dad received. I wanted to make sure others didn't have to incur such bodily harm.

Anyway, one evening my dad told me he was proud of me and I was the best thing he could expect from a son. This was phenomenal to hear, as we never really 'shared' feelings.

He died six years ago -- three years after my mom passed away. Both he and my mom gave me life. I received his work ethic and her compassion. Although I feel 'empty', I'm just thankful I can give back to others.

I love you dad (and mom). Happy Father's Day.