Good-bye | Life on a Colorado Farm

The storms are building again. We have had two days of fall like weather…pleasantly cool and moisture filled. As I write this the sun is shining, but the clouds are building over the Uncompahgre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray, with the accent on the pah). They say we will have heavy rain this afternoon.

Today my daughter and the grandchildren leave for their home in Craig, Colorado. This time (the leaving) always makes me sad. Although, I know in a week or so we will get to have Linkin for a spell. And we will make a short trip to Craig, to take Linky home after our week with her.

The space in-between won’t be THAT long, it just the fact there is a space. I’m sure all you parents out there understand. Of course the children, who have moved away only see this as necessary …. and an adventure.

It’s the leaving part.

I remember my Grandmother standing forlornly in her driveway waving her little hankie, tears in her eyes, (as we would drive away) all those many years ago. And we weren’t going far….

Today I walk a mile in her worn and battered shoes. I will kiss each one good-bye, and wave sadly, but with a brave smile on my face. (I hope), but the sound of water loud in my ears.

Your friend,

Linda

There are so many ways to say Good-bye—so many.

When a life passes on to the ‘other-side’—where that is we will never truly know until we also pass over…the tangible pieces of every day living are left behind. “You can’t take it with you,” is a very true statement.

Rick’s brother and sisters respectfully asked Terry if he could/would come help them with the gathering of Rick’s assets and collections. Farmer’s always have collections, you know. It takes many pieces of this and that to keep things running.

So down the road Terry would go tractor and loader at the ready.

Another neighbor, Shea’s brought over the trailer for Terry to load the equipment for the ready of Flower’s Consignment Sale the first Saturday of February.

Saturday other friends and neighbors arrived— a community of men helping the family complete Rick’s life on earth.

Yesterday they finished. There is something so sad in the thought that one life is finished. The farm house will be sold- a new family will move in excited to begin life in the country- the equipment will go on to someone delighted to have it, and the personal items sorted and delivered to favorite nieces, nephews and cousins. Although gone, the memory of Rick will stay alive in everyone thoughts.