Later that evening, we found his real work jacket tucked away in an old box. The fabric was worn thin, the pockets dusty. Inside one of them was a single folded note in his handwriting:
“Do good work. Leave things better than you found them. That’s enough.”
Those words felt like a message meant for us as much as for himself. His life wasn’t about job titles or being impressive—it was about showing up with integrity, day after day, without expecting applause.
I used to believe legacy was about achievements, awards, and promotions. But standing there, holding his jacket, I realized how wrong I was. My dad’s legacy wasn’t measured by a job description—it was measured by the kindness he lived out, the problems he solved, and the people he helped without ever asking for recognition.
He taught me that dignity doesn’t come from what you’re called. It comes from who you choose to be.
And that is a life worth honoring.
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