Growing up with a father who owned a trucking firm was not easy. As a small business owner, he literally had his hand in every part of the company.
He made his family feel that way as well.
You see, Tim Buss was, and still is, a workaholic. From morning until night, he worked and worked and worked.
Not having any sons didn't seem to concern my father when it came to sharing the workload. In fact, as soon as my dad got home from a hard day's work, he would come looking for his three daughters.
If we were home we would try to act very busy, pretend we were sleeping or, in some cases, hide. Yes, I used to hide in my closet knowing that he was looking for a companion to fix a car, clean the garage or cut the grass.
This man would always find something for us to do. We would have to cut the grass or trim the pricker bushes, which was the worst and sometimes bloodiest job of all.
Together, my sisters and I even worked with my dad to put a new roof on our old house. I remember being about 8 years old and being on top of the roof helping out. When my mother came home, she nearly had a heart attack. I was the youngest of three girls at the time. Still, that did not matter to my father. Work was work.
My father did not like to pay people to do anything. He would do it himself and teach his girls the hard lessons of life along the way. An honest day's work. Good morals. Strong work ethic.
Every weekend, we would go together to the company garage to work on the trucks or rebuild an engine. Here we were, three young girls, filthy dirty, working on 18- wheelers. Looking back, it seems so crazy. Yet it was real and it was who we were.
He did have a fun side, sort of. On snowy mornings, he would wake us up very early by — literally— dragging us out of our beds to go tobogganing at Chestnut Ridge.
Obviously, he didn't think the girls needed their beauty sleep. Getting us out of bed at 8 a.m. was family time. It didn't matter if you had teenage needs of constant sleep. Don't get me wrong, it was fun once we got there, we just wished it was a little later in the day.
Looking back now on the last 37 years of my life, these are some of my fondest memories. Even though at the time we did not think it was too great then, it made us who we are today.
My father always instilled in my sisters and I that we could do anything we wanted to. More importantly, he always showed us that hard work will always prevail. He never waited to do anything and always found a way to get everything done.
He would give us words of wisdom but what made the biggest impact on my life is that he lives those words every day. My father is a perfect example of someone who walks the walk.
So dad, Lisa, Jill and I thank you for always being there for us and being a great role model. You have helped three young girls become three strong women.
Thank you to my dad and to all of the other men who teach us life's real lessons.