…must come to an end.
I’m sure we all have heard that saying at least once in our life. The last several weeks this has kept coming up in my head. Why you ask?… Well, long story short: After the death of my Great Grandmother, my Family is selling the farm that’s been apart of my family for almost 70+ years. Now, This farm isn’t just a piece of property, it holds a special place in my heart. You see this is where I spent a majority of my childhood. Growing up I can still remember running from one end of it to the other….exploring, working, living. I remember going to the barn with my papaw to get fresh eggs… Helping plant a garden… My first hunt… and kill…. Learning how to mow. Not only was this place a first for physical accomplishments for me… I saw love… Dedication… Hard work… Most importantly I saw what it meant to be a family here. I guess that is why I’m having such a tough time letting go. My papaw has been gone now almost 17 years and my Mamaw going on 2. It seems like yesterday that they were both here with us. I understand that life goes on, but it’s tough saying goodbye. I’m thankful that both knew Christ and are now reunited with him and each other. I’m thankful to have those precious priceless memories that I wouldn’t give up for anything. I’m thankful that even though I won’t be able to physically visit this special place anymore that I have the promise to be reunited with them some day in heaven.
So today we say goodbye…. But only for a short while….For tomorrow is a new day.