Last spring, I drove by and stopped to take this photo, although you can't see what was truly heart breaking to me. In the front field at the road were old tractor tires, used round bale wrap, implements left out to rust... it looked like a mine field - not the home I was used to seeing. Closer to the barn doors was similar disarray. We never kept it like this. We appreciated it - or at least my father did. I remember countless evenings after dinner being made to sweep the floors until they were clean, and that's not easy to do in a barn!
So I hope that whoever buys this place will respect it. I hope that they'll treat it in a way that would make my father proud. I don't dwell on the past anymore - so when I think of this farm, I think of what it can be in the future under hands that treat it with kindness. I know that they'll never be my hands again, because we don't get the chance to go backwards in life, but I pray that the next owner will appreciate what the current one cannot.