Please excuse my absence. I had to go out of town to my Grandpa’s funeral, I just got home this evening.

As I had mentioned in previous posts, my Grandpa’s passing was rather sudden and so going to say goodbye was…well hard.

The last three days have been filled with memories of Grandma and Grandpa and the farm that, as a child, I spent a lot of time at.

I remember one summer I was so mad because my older brother and cousin got to paint the barn. I wanted SO badly to be able to help them but Grandma thought I was too young, so instead she “let” me paint all the handles of the garden shovels, hoes, and rakes.

I remember Easter Egg hunts where G & G would hide eggs all over the farm, we’d be finding them clear until the next Easter. And Christmas holidays when all us kids would sleep on the floor in the living room of the old farm house lined up like sardines.

Grandma was the one that taught me to make my special Christmas fudge…

I remember playing Aggravation and Gin Rummy. It was my Grandparents who taught me how to play crib and love it as much as I do.

As kids, we’d go out and play in the yard and the barn for hours. There use to be salamanders down cellar that we’d catch and keep as pets.

I remember helping Grandma bring lunch out to the men working in the field at harvest. She’d drive that ol farm truck right down into the ditch and up the other side into the field, you’d almost think she knew what she was doing LOL… but it scared me everytime!

Grandpa and Grandma taught me much about hard work and the value of a dollar.

My head is just swimming with memories…

When I was a little girl, I’d go to sleep in that farm house and dream about how one day, I would live in that house and farm that land with someone just as my Grandpa and Grandma did…wow how life changes.

It was so hard to say goodbye to my Grandpa today, but it wasn’t just saying goodbye to him. I had to say goodbye again to my Grandma and to the whole magical place that was the farm. Even though they hadn’t been on the farm for years, it still holds so many important child hood memories.

That little farming community, to me, is a throw back to a time when you knew your neighbors. A time when lending a helping hand was just what you did without question. A time when people put in a full days work, hard work, but then felt so good when their head hit the pillow at night. A time when family, friends and neighbors were the most important thing. And a time when kids were kids, but we learned the value of hard work, and how important it was to respect your elders and always offer a helping hand. I miss that time..

Leaving Grandpa’s today for the last time was the hardest thing…I didn’t think it would be so hard. Tears fill my eyes even still as I write this post, and my heart is heavy.

Going to visit the farm is something I likely won’t do again. I have no reason to go back to Shaunavon without my grandparents there. The only family I still know are the neighbors from the farm that are dear family friends, it was even hard to say so long to them yesterday…even though I will still keep in touch with them.

Goodbye my dearest Grandpa and Grandma. Though I am grateful you are together again, you will be greatly missed.

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