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As my cousin and I stood in his front yard, looking out into the hills and down a valley, he wanted to know. “What does it remind you of?
My words and my heart caught in my throat, and I was unable to speak. Overwhelmed with emotion, I knew. I managed a weak, “Granddaddy’s farm.”
“Exactly”. Our hearts and our thoughts were one. Remembering the power of place and how our grandfather had shaped our lives. The connection was one beyond bloodlines or familiarity. It was a gift of God because what we learned about caring and love spilled over from a life our Granddaddy did not think was remarkable.
He thought of himself as just a country boy, but God gave him words to say and deeds to do that were not lost on a young boy and girl with hearts open to love and lives just beginning.
Pure love with no strings, no pain and a gentle way that knew depths of sorrow and heights of joy was what we saw in his life. Not perfect, but who is? He was a soul who believed deeply that God was in control and that brothers and cousins needed to live in unity. What a gift on a cold, November afternoon. Looking back, I remembered my hero and knew my heart was home.
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