There is one thing I don’t think my father and I will ever agree on… and that is timing. For my father’s half hour early, I am a half hour “reasonable.” Right, Dad? 😉 I am not late for things; I am only sure to use every minute as efficiently as possible before I must be somewhere. I am not late for weddings, funerals, or any appointment. But…
On Tuesday, November 5, 1985, my life and the way I think of goodbye changed, forever. Over the last few weeks, I have watched close people in my life suffer through losing people close to them. I have been affected. Loss is a trigger to reflect and go deep within yourself. And even though it may not be your loss, you can’t help but be affected watching people…
I feel a deep sense of pride when my children work and play with their father, uncle, grandfather, and each other at the farm. My heart fills up to the brim, on those days when I drop them off in the field to meet a truck, or pull up along side the bunk and watch them hop into the pack tractor. It’s work, but it’s play. It all…
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