This picture was taken in the old home place where I was raised here on the farm on dads 90th birthday. The house still looks the same only he is missing from us.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of something that I learned from him. I guess I am more like dad than I used to think. His motto was, work hard and make an honest living, let your word be your bond, treat others like you want to be treated. And this is how he lived his life. Dad worked hard on the farm doing what he loved most, growing things. He would drive his tractor around the farm checking on crops and he enjoyed seeing things grow. I guess its in the blood. I enjoy the same things. Guess maybe that explains why I always plant way too much of everything. Just to watch it grow. The sweet memories this man left behind. Now he is resting in a rocking chair on the front porch of heaven.
Till next time, blessings from the McGuire homestead.
Stella
3 comments:
What a lovely tribute Stella!
It has been 19 since my Dad passed and I feel just like you do. Think all the time of things he taught and shared by his life. :) Peace to You! Mary
Your Dad is watching you every day, and I bet if you listen real hard you can hear him clapping over some of the things you've done on the farm. You were smart to pay so much attention to the things he said and pass them down to your children. Liam is going to love hearing all those stories of the old farm and his Great Grampa. I never knew the man, but I can tell from the picture I would have loved him.
Sorry for your loss, Stella.
Dad's still with you, but I'm sure you know that anyway.
Best,
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