🎵 Daddy Ain’t Here No More – KC Stark | Father’s Day Tribute (Official Video)

KCStark
Jun 15
2 min read

Daddy Ain’t Here No More — A Father’s Day Tribute

By KC Stark

The earliest memories of my life are filled with sawdust, sweat, and stories. I didn’t grow up on playgrounds — I grew up on job sites. Crawling across plywood floors, tugging at carpet rolls, watching my father work magic with his hands.

My dad started out laying carpets in the 1970s. But he didn’t stop there. He carved out a life as a self-employed handyman, the kind who could fix anything. Plumbing, roofing, wiring, painting — whatever was broken, he found a way to make it right. His motto? "If you hex it — we fix it.” And he meant it. It also meant we're along for the ride.

We Worked as Soon as We Could Walk

In our house, work wasn’t something you started when you turned 16 — it was something you lived. As soon as we could walk and talk, we went to work.

Dad handed us notepads and taught us how to answer the phone when he was out on a job. “Hello, this is the Repair Shop, KC speaking. What can we fix today?”

That was my first phone script. I’d later ride shotgun in the truck, tracking hours, navigating with fold-out maps, doing the billing by hand, and scribbling down anything he needed. Whatever he asked, we did it. We were his crew.

We got so dirty as kids. Covered in paint, plaster, dust, grease — and I loved it. I just assumed everyone had to work for a living. That’s the kind of life he gave us: one where work wasn’t punishment. It was purpose.

The Preacher’s Son Who Never Stopped Preaching

Dad’s father was a preacher — and whether he was holding a hammer or a Bible, Dad followed suit. He couldn’t walk past a stranger without offering a handshake and a little bit of hope. I swear, within five minutes of meeting someone, he’d find a way to ask, “Where do you want to spend eternity?”

True story: And it wasn’t just at church or the hardware store. When spam callers would ring him up, he didn’t hang up — he listened. He let them pitch their scam, wait until they were almost ready to steal his data… and then he’d ask:

“If you died today, where would you spend eternity?” Most hung up immediately. But that was Dad — always reaching, always teaching, never missing a moment to speak truth. Love that guy, hilarious too. He'd tell me with a sly grin. ;)

The Song, The Video, The Legacy

This Father’s Day, I’m releasing a song and music video called “Daddy Ain’t Here No More.” It’s not just for my dad — it’s for every blue-collar father who gave more than he took.

For the storytellers, the builders, the quiet preachers in dusty ball caps and worn work boots. For the men who shaped us with their hands — and their hearts.

👉 https://youtu.be/onMK_hjDKnU?si=CUkNhR_z9G0qPMVb

“He didn’t just build homes. He built people. He built me.”