My Daddy was one of the kindest, sweetest, most intelligent men you could ever know. In his younger days he was a ranch foreman ib Texas. Most of his life he was a dairyman in Tennessee. After becoming disabled, he sold the family farm and raised the prettiest, most productive garden that anyone in the suburbs ever saw. He sold some of the extra vegetables and fruit, but gave away far more. He was my best friend, the longest love of my life
His death in 1997, at the age of 80, hurt more than words can express. But at times I feel his presence still, his love and reassurances. His gravestone is decorated with an etching of his old poodle, Danny, and of his tractor.
I took the attatched picture in my garden this Spring.
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