A wonderfully touching memory from a craftsman:
Dad died on January 21, 1993 and as I sit here on the 20th anniversary of his death, I don't spend as much time in the shop as I used to. My kids are growing and I'm busy raising them. I'll get back out in the shop eventually but that really doesn't matter. Whether or not I'm making wood shavings, I still consider myself a craftsman. I'm in the club. I apply those craftsman skills that I learned from dad and the the shop every day to everything I do, including writing these words.
Sometimes we are also the sum of the parts we missed out on.