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The reality is...
This is just a memory now!
I'm so grateful for the flood of memories and good times we've had in getting to know our landlord, over the past nearly seven years. Not just as as landlord, but as a friend.
Many a Saturday morning - my husband would about miss his (hot) breakfast - due to the fact that you'd find him out in one of the barns - chewing the fat with Mr. A.
As a small family; tenants; friends - we had the privilege of attending his funeral service, yesterday afternoon/evening. We wouldn't miss it for the world!!
What a wonderful celebration service... I mean, we felt as if we were part of the family - almost.
As the stories were shared and the photos were viewed... we felt as though we could have shared the very same words... and we did have a few of our own.
What an honor!
It's quiet here, now. The cows have been gone for several weeks. The barn doors only open if necessary. The gator gets pulled out only every now and then...
However, the sights and sounds of the farm are of a lonely sort.
The above collage-photo is the alphabet in photos of snippets of and around the farm and homestead...
We really don't know what our future holds - or how long we have to continue to enjoy the blessing of living here.
But - until we know that... life does go on!
Back to the so-called-monday-washday and routines of life.
That sounds a bit trite... but it's truly what Mrs. A reminded us... as we "visited" with her in the receiving line last evening. It's true!
Life does go on. With no stopping. It waits for no one.
It's up to us.
To not only count the days but to make each day count.
Probably one of the greatest pieces of advice ever shared, right there!
Thank you kindly for your continued thoughts and prayers... they are and will be greatly appreciated.