
Today was a difficult day.  It was the day to auction off the belongings  of my Grandparents.  My Grandma passed away in 2005, and Grandpa in  October of 2009.  I'm not exactly sure how old my Grandma was when she  made her journey to heaven, but my Grandpa was 100 years old.  He would  have been 101 in January of this year.
I have many memories of  Grandma and Grandpa.  Upon each arrival to the farm, Grandpa would be  coming in from the  field, hard at work...as always.  When I was really  young, we would travel around holiday time and they would take us in the  farm truck and ride in the bed of the truck to get ice cream cones.   I  can remember running though the grounds of the farm and entering each  building with awe at the expanse of each one in amazement.  I found the  cattle barn to be the most wonderful with the equipment to milk the  cows.  They seemed so bold, yet vulnerable, waiting for the expected  comfort.
I found at an early age that a lot of hard work went  into operating a farm and a lot of pride was gained from the venture.   Grandpa knew what it took to grow beautiful, healthy crops, and he  absolutely worked until the last day that he possibly could to  accomplish this.
Today, I met a man whom spoke to my dad about  Grandpa.  He said that Grandpa, at one time, said to him (at age 80), "I  wish I was only 65.  Then I could do so much more."  The funny part  about this is, Grandpa did not wish to be 30.  He just wished to be 65.
Grandpa  did not know how to spell or write.  He had a special way of signing  his name.  He trusted people by the look in his or her eye.  He knew  when someone was untrustworthy, and he protected all he had.
All  in all , today was a difficult day for me because it is probably the  last time I will kick my heels in the dusty gravel between the weather  torn boards of the hollowed barns.  Realizing this now is difficult, as I  have grasped the openness of the truth.    No longer will I run through  the veined crops, see the stuffed owl in the room to dine, smell the  aroma of a farmer's land, see Grandpa's laughter of our visiting  squirming pet.
But to lay to rest the past is most important.   Move forth with these thoughts in mind and treasure them forever.  The  memories will never diminish and will keep the spirit of those loved  near.
