I miss them, too, MamaB.
I was thinking about my grandpa yesterday, about how hard he worked to farm that side of a mountain farm in North Carolina. When I got older, I helped skid timber out of those mountains to take it to sell. A team of horses and chains and a walk down the hill after cutting those things down with a two man saw. It was hot hard work. And it didn’t really pay that much.
He’s buried on that mountain in a set-aside that the families living in that vicinity established as a cemetery. And he does have a modest stone. Precious memories how they linger.
Being the older generation is not any fun’. We had it made and did not realize it. For a number of months I have been very, very teary eyed and I do not understand it. I am living in a townhouse while we decide what to do with my house which needs a lot of work done on it. I was over there a few weeks ago sitting in my patio swing. I just started boohooing. Had to leave. Told a friend and he said you should have been remembering the good times. Hello. That was what made me cry. We moved there in 1977 so I have many, many wonderful memories plus sad ones too. Losing my daughter, brother, husband, bil and mom in less than 3 years has been very rough at times. But, I am so blessed to have a daughter, sil, 2 great grandchildren and 2 beautiful great granddaughers. I am just sad that the little ones will never know their great aunt and great grandfather. They were very special people. : (