A farmers journey

Lifes to short

I was around 6 years old when my pa first let me help with the farming, at this point in life I still had no idea my pa had cancer. Boy he sure was a happy man, never let anything get in his way. He was a pretty big man, muscles the size of an old oak tree. I can still remember asking questions about the controls in the combine and he would smile and tell me everything he could. As I started to grow up I realized my pa was very sick, and now I know why he showed me everything he could about the big machines, always telling me how much he loved me and ma. I was 15 when he passed, 15 years I spent with the greatest man I ever knew. After he passed it was my job to take over the farm, he always kept it in tip top shape, always had the equipment washed up and running good. It's now 2022 and I'm still keeping his legacy going. I sure do miss sitting in the buddy seat laughing and playing around with him. We never even got to go to a baseball game, that was one of the things we always wanted to do. Ma is getting older but still doing well. I always tell her how much she means to me and how much I love her. I can only wait to have a kid of my own to have in the buddy seat to ask questions and laugh with, come home tired and dirty with him on my shoulder, putting him to bed and getting a hot shower, sitting down and having a good movie night with the wife while telling her how much fun we had. I sure do miss you pa❤️