My Father
My father died this morning.

His life was filled with integrity, honesty, honor and compassion.
I learned much from him, but will never equal him.
My father died this morning.

His life was filled with integrity, honesty, honor and compassion.
I learned much from him, but will never equal him.

Nothing like putting a couple of bales around a friend’s car so he has difficultly leaving. It’s similar to a friendly pat on the back, it just takes a tractor to get it done.

These farm folks think of everything. A cake with a very accurate portrayal of the Roger Blough for my birthday. Gotta love these people. I’ve had a fun weekend of parties, dinners and thoughtful celebrations. Who knew getting older could be this much fun?