I stand in that country church. The strains of the hymn surround me. "Amazing Grace, How Sweet the Sound" The song sung at our sons funeral.  I can't sing. I close my eyes and let the music hold my soul. I lean into the ache. I lean into the strength that is beyond me. Amazing Grace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We woke in the early hours to find a mess at the barn. Ok, there was already a mess with barns torn down. This was an unexpected, never happened before mess.     Grain. Everywhere. The auger must have stuck open and dumped 10 tons of grain on the ... View Post