Good morning, Drs. Malone; It's good to be back as a subscriber on your substack! My "retreat" from all social media from late spring to late summer was to allocate time to the celebration of our 65th wedding anniversary , an event scheduled for early July. Relatives and friends from across the country and locally joined us for luncheon …
Good morning, Drs. Malone; It's good to be back as a subscriber on your substack! My "retreat" from all social media from late spring to late summer was to allocate time to the celebration of our 65th wedding anniversary , an event scheduled for early July. Relatives and friends from across the country and locally joined us for luncheon on a perfect mid-western summer day, the sun sparkling on the river's blue water and the air clear and warm. The joy of the gathering, however, turned shortly thereafter to grief as our son suddenly and unexpectedly died. Again, we gathered, but this time to bury our loving and much-loved child. The aftermath of the latter event is time consuming and heart rending, as our son lived solo: his beloved canine companions are returned to the rescue organization whence they came as per the contract. His "boys, " two gelding paints are now removed from Sweet Grass to a local boarding stable where we visit them at least weekly. The orchard of young fruit stock, including 22 new plums and pear trees, now watered by young lads who live across the road. A commercial crew arrives bi-weekly to mow and trim grass - as we work on the house contents to settle the estate. Life hangs on the balance of a slender and fine thread and changes in a matter of seconds. We are grateful for the years we had our son, but mourn not only his death but the cessation of his vision come true of self-sufficiency on a small holding . The dogs, the horses, the extensive garden boxes, the orchards, the pond full of fish, all organic and tidily done, as a true husbandman and tiller of the soil. I share these intimate details to thank you both for sharing the details of your farm, its animals, the soil and the crops, the changes and additions - gifts you give so generously and which I will now feel and smell vicariously. Additionally, to remind myself, and all of us to be thankful for each day's blessings and be grateful for all that we do have and not bemoan that which we think we lack. Rath De Ort!
Dear Sarah and Jett, Words fall short in expressing any words that could touch the sadness of your loss! Your message is so beautifully said, in all times but especially in these crazy times, remembering to cherish every moment with our loved ones and remembering to make the effort every moment we have to celebrate that life is certainly a mystery of joy and sorrow. Much love to you both and to your family. Your beloved son is with you always, as you are with him!
STUNNING. Incredibly moving. And clearly you're incredible people whose most magnificent crop was a spectacular son. Jesus called him back Home, ☦️. May the rest of your bountiful journey be blessed ~~
Good morning, Drs. Malone; It's good to be back as a subscriber on your substack! My "retreat" from all social media from late spring to late summer was to allocate time to the celebration of our 65th wedding anniversary , an event scheduled for early July. Relatives and friends from across the country and locally joined us for luncheon on a perfect mid-western summer day, the sun sparkling on the river's blue water and the air clear and warm. The joy of the gathering, however, turned shortly thereafter to grief as our son suddenly and unexpectedly died. Again, we gathered, but this time to bury our loving and much-loved child. The aftermath of the latter event is time consuming and heart rending, as our son lived solo: his beloved canine companions are returned to the rescue organization whence they came as per the contract. His "boys, " two gelding paints are now removed from Sweet Grass to a local boarding stable where we visit them at least weekly. The orchard of young fruit stock, including 22 new plums and pear trees, now watered by young lads who live across the road. A commercial crew arrives bi-weekly to mow and trim grass - as we work on the house contents to settle the estate. Life hangs on the balance of a slender and fine thread and changes in a matter of seconds. We are grateful for the years we had our son, but mourn not only his death but the cessation of his vision come true of self-sufficiency on a small holding . The dogs, the horses, the extensive garden boxes, the orchards, the pond full of fish, all organic and tidily done, as a true husbandman and tiller of the soil. I share these intimate details to thank you both for sharing the details of your farm, its animals, the soil and the crops, the changes and additions - gifts you give so generously and which I will now feel and smell vicariously. Additionally, to remind myself, and all of us to be thankful for each day's blessings and be grateful for all that we do have and not bemoan that which we think we lack. Rath De Ort!
What a heart wrenching and beautiful tribute. Thanks for including the blessings, for some reason today is filled with Gaelic and Welsh sentiments.
Dear Sarah and Jett, Words fall short in expressing any words that could touch the sadness of your loss! Your message is so beautifully said, in all times but especially in these crazy times, remembering to cherish every moment with our loved ones and remembering to make the effort every moment we have to celebrate that life is certainly a mystery of joy and sorrow. Much love to you both and to your family. Your beloved son is with you always, as you are with him!
STUNNING. Incredibly moving. And clearly you're incredible people whose most magnificent crop was a spectacular son. Jesus called him back Home, ☦️. May the rest of your bountiful journey be blessed ~~