Saying goodbye to being a Farming Family was difficult. This year marks 7 years it still doesn’t seem possible. I thought I would always be the Farmer’s Daughter and even hoped to be a Farmer’s Wife at times. Our family was closer than ever when we worked together. We are all strung out doing different things and we were at one a central church. So much has changed in the interim. I miss what we had when we had a common goal and worked towards that goal as a family.
Life changes and I fully understand that, but this had not changed until way after college for me. This was my life I didn’t know anything else. We lived and breathed working for the farm even when we were in school. My brothers and I knew the importance of our Family Farm getting through to planting and then getting to harvest were the absolute important times of the year. They were our crazy-tired and everything can go wrong in just a moment, seasons. Yet we had some golden memories of family picnics that we don’t have as much now with our youngest family member.
It is the end of an era that was grand in my mind and led to me and mom mowing for ten years and getting time with certain family members before their deaths. We had time, we made time and God was with us in our turmoil and brought us through each one. It was a special time for us as a young family to have that atmosphere and I’m grateful we had as long as we did after Grandpa Freddy died. He and his prayers and insight kept this farm going for nearly 15 years after his death. His faith in Christ and determination and keen insight into the future brought us so far watching from my viewpoint has been quite a perspective and one I will not forget.
Jewells of Thought 
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