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That smell of oil, gas, life, death all mixed together. I sat in there for several hours. The smell of oil and gas is so nice, as it smells like life.

That smell of oil, gas, life, death all mixed together. I sat in there for several hours. The smell of oil and gas is so nice, as it smells like life.

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I hope you can get your many kids (or kids to come) to come out and help you in the shed on maintenance chores so that they have that great memory that smell causes for you. My did passed before I was 2 (cancer sucks), I have no memories of the man. They are precious things.

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I'm sorry you never got to know him. Part of him lives on in you. So he still lives when relatives look at you and instantly think of him. That's been happening to me a lot lately since he passed.