Going home

He will celebrate his ninety first birthday in another month. The eyesight is almost gone as is the hearing, but he can still kick his leg up to his chin! I can’t even do that.

He likes to tell stories of his days on the farm. He had barn 100 feet wide and 40 feet tall that could hold over 500 bales of hay. Farming was work back then, now it’s all full of that technology crap he would say.

Outlived two of three children and his wife of 67 years smiles as he spins his tales of yesterdays. The fog that clouds his eyes can’t hide the shining inside of them as he smiles a crooked smile and tells another tale.

Going to see his granddaughter in Indiana one day soon so he can walk around the farm one more time. Past the old barn and broken-down tractor, he use to use so many times. Says he will see “Sparky” out there too. A dog he once had, guess he believes old sparky roams the wheat fields waiting for his return.

I look forward to his visits and hope he does make it back to the farm one more time. Everyone should go home.

Mike oconnor

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