I have bricklayers and masons in my bloodline – from both sides of the aisle. In cutting and laying the firebrick, mixing and compressing the ceramic cement I felt that connection with my Dad. He shared little snippets of working with his uncle. I can tell still after all these years he is very proud of him. Even today he'll talk about Orville and all he learned from him.
If I were to listen to my Dad, knowing he'd cringe seeing a picture of himself "online", I'd choose another image without him in it. But it would be like a missing brick to this project and nothing would hold firm if he wasn't a part of it. So whether he likes it or not, he became a part of this and I'll just either hope he never reads this or forgives me for the weakness of an admiring daughter. This has