Passing the Torch

Generations must pass, but there is still an ache and a void when they go. A dear family friend passed away this week and that loss makes my heart heavy.

If I could describe the barn, the horses, the house, his amazing wife (who happens to be a grandma of sorts to me), then you’d understand. If you know the smell of an old barn, of draft horses, leather harnesses in varying states of decay and usefulness, straw bales, wooden wagons, then you have some kind of idea of who this man was. You know why when a light like that goes out we all lose something.

Farewell and thank you for sharing your life with us.

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