He's turning 17. That farm boy. The same age as his brother. No longer here. The two so similar. Yet so different. My heart aches. The farm boy is full of ideas. So creative. Full of energy and youth. He loves deeply. Plays hard. Confident. Yet is haunted by the joy thief. He rises to fight. He digs deep to keep two feet planted. He's growing corn; trading vehicles. Making payments on a tractor. Building his future. Yet these things he holds lightly in view of ... View Post
Celebrating The Farm Boy!
My farm boy is 16 today. 2 birthdays celebrated without his best friend and brother. A new way of living for him. Pushing, pulling, stretching boundaries. Reaching to find. . . who he is. Life dealing him lemons. His soul learning to make lemonade. His view of life; so different from mine. Lessons learned at every turn. His path bumpy at times. Yet so willing to adapt to the conditions. This is my boy. Honored at school with an award and a gift. Given for "his love of life." His quest to press on. He may ... View Post
He’s #10 but wear’s a #6
I reach into the pile. I pull out his shooting shirt. It is nice and white. I smile. He's playing so well this year. A place for him to burn off steam. It's been such a hard year. The number catches me off guard. #6 Wait. . . he's #10. I am reminded one brother wears the shirt of the other. A number now retired in memory of one so young. A jersey signed by all his team mates. My heart aches. This journey day to day can get heavy. Thoughts and memories swirl. The loss ... View Post
