May 31, 2012
For days I have known I had something to say but I could not bring myself to write the words. Almost as if writing about it made it real. If I could just wake up maybe I would realize this is all a bad dream but as the days wear on I know things will never be the same.
Fourteen days ago I lost a piece of my heart.
It’s been exactly fourteen days since my father, Larry Albin Wilson flew away. He was just seventy-three years old. Not old at all by some standards but when anyone you love crosses that seventy marker you know they have beaten the odds.
Still nothing prepares you to say goodbye to someone so close.
I come from a family of farmers. We are the real deal.
My grandfather started the farm I grew up on. Dad took over the…
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