The farm

Just in case I nev­er get here again:

The Farm (zoomed)

I want­ed to take a pic­ture.

This is where my grand­par­ents lived. I’ll say more lat­er, when it’s not quite so raw. The thought of not going back is enough to make the tears well up a lit­tle.

3 thoughts on “The farm

  1. Sor­ry for your loss, Pat. Although you did get to enjoy your grand­par­ents for a good long time … mine all passed when I was still in my 20s and 30s.

    I liked your time trav­el sto­ry. Liked the birth­day bow metaphor espe­cial­ly. But what’s the secret? The fact that anoth­er lat­er ver­sion of him­self was watch­ing him­self watch­ing him at the birth­day par­ty? I think that’s it. Hmmm.

  2. Hey Pat, thanks for shar­ing the pic­ture with us all, even though it made me tear up too. We sure were lucky to have them with us for so long though.

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