I just had a few sad dreams last night. I think I woke up at least twice sobbing. The dreams were about my father passing. I have no idea why I dreamed of that. Everytime I woke from one, I'd think if there is something coming up soon like his birthday or his death anniversary. None. I guess I'm just missing him even if he's been gone for 10 years now.
My father was probably one of the most hardworking man I've ever known. He started working very young and he wasn't able to finish school. As a result, he could only get jobs that didn't require any education higher than grade school. He mostly worked in a bus as a conductor, inspector and a dispatcher. He had a steady job for the most part but there were times when what he's earning wasn't enough to support us. To make both ends meet he would do a lot of side jobs. I remember him selling clothes as a side line. He even tried selling antiques and some precious metals like silver and gold for a friend. I remember him showing us pictures of antique vases as as well as pictures of a gold bullion and ingots and coins. We never saw these things in person, just in pictures. Unfortunately, he wasn't a good sales person so he didn't last long doing that. I would have loved to buy a gold coin or a gold bullion from him if he's still selling them today because this precious metal is something that's worth investing in.
For most of his life, my father was working. Even if that's the case, he was not able to save for their twilight years...much less invest in anything. This is why I made it a point that I was there for him and my mother when they could no longer support themselves. One thing I learned from them which they never did is to save and invest if at all possible. I don't want to be dependent on our little one when that time comes.