The Changelog

Two years ago today, Terah and I had gone to visit my grandpa in the nursing home. His health was not good. After we visited him and ate dinner, we drove home. Not long after we got home, we got a call saying that grandpa was doing worse. We went back to the nursing home, but he had passed away before we got there.

I don't remember his wife, my grandma. She died of cancer when I was just a year old. I was the only grandchild she knew, and everyone tells me how much she liked to see me.

I had no idea, late that evening two years ago, that this March would find us living on their farm. I remember visiting the farm one or twice after that. It seemed so eerily still, knowing grandpa would never be back, yet remembering all the time I spent here. The house wasn't doing so well. Would it survive?

Recently, we started noticing these:



These are daffodils and tulips that my grandma planted back when she was doing well, probably before I was born. They have had little or no care for more than 25 years. They have survived lawnmowers, car tires, large rocks, drought, fire trucks, rabbits, and trenchers. And they still came up this year!

Thanks, grandma, for the welcome home gift.