Inside was an old photo of me as a kid, wearing a toy yellow construction hat, standing next to him at a job site. On the back, he’d written: My son Finnley, the only partner who will never betray me.

I sat on the floor and held that photo for hours.

I ended up selling the house, because those walls held too many bad memories. I used the money to move my dad’s body and finally bury him right next to my mom at Pinecrest.

I also started the construction business back up under a new name: Dennis Restorations. I made a point of hiring guys who’d just gotten out of prison and couldn’t find work, because I knew exactly what it felt like to have everyone think you’re garbage when you’re just trying to rebuild your life.

The day we put up the new headstone, we kept it simple. It just said: Camden Dennis. Father, an honest man, a builder of truths.

And underneath, I had them carve his favorite saying: The truth always finds a way out.