I have love on my brain today. I know it’s not perfect, it’s not always easy and it’s not necessarily a fairytale. I haven’t found it yet and I am not sure I ever will but when/if I do I hope it is the kind of love my grandparents have for each other. My grandpa always said he would never leave the farm and at 93 years of age no one wanted to make him. Yet, when my grandma was forced to move into assisted living due to some serious medical issues it didn’t take my grandpa long to decide home was wherever his hunny was. The farm they raised their family on will always be grandma and grandpas to me no matter where grandma and grandpa live. It’s odd to me to think of that house sitting empty now, filled with their stuff and all our memories. There are 65 years of memories wrapped up into that tiny house on their little piece of land. And while grandpa can’t remember most of them or us anymore he does remember that he loves my grandma and THAT to me is as close as you get to perfect love.
All of the photos below were taken on their farm.
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