I loved a farmer.
I love a farmer.
I’ve watched in awe of a farmer.
I’ve run in excitement out to a tractor so I could sit beside my brother as he made the next pass through a field. 673 more words
The last time I talked to my grandfather was on August 13th of 2015. It doesn’t seem like that long ago, that I was sitting on the edge of my bed, more than a thousand miles away from where my grandfather was lying in his, unconscious and strapped to machines, living his last hours on earth. 662 more words