This photo caught my eye when going through old blog material in my computer a few minutes ago. Every so often I like to go back to those times in my mind and remember just what we were up to when the photos were taken.
This particular one was taken at the Kider World’s Fair Gardens when we were on our journey west and spent a few days with Emily Blough and her mother, Michele, in Goshen, Indiana. Such a good time for us both…it was one of the things on his bucket list for this trip.
I remember asking him that evening in our hotel room if he could tell me what he was thinking when I took it…he said he wasn’t looking ahead…just going day by day and taking in as much as he could.
I tried to do the same but knowing what was most likely ahead for him I couldn’t. He really didn’t want to live life more than one day at a time at that point… Making the most of each one was his goal and eventually mine.
I do not write this looking for sympathy or pity…I do so because we made memories that will last me the rest of my time here. Writing seems to be a form of therapy for me.
Ed’s strong will to do his best…his kind heart and soul… his mission to prepare his family and not worry about himself created more and more memories to be passed on.
As I picture our little tribe of 20 at this time, my Farmer and I + 4 kids + 10 grand kids, he has left a legacy worth more than anything I could ask for. We all know that he loved and cared for us more than life itself. Good times and not so good…the one constant was love.
I have taken a job with my daughter’s consulting business…I now have another title associated with my name…Carolyn Gulley…farm wife and now, consultant!!
Okay…so I do a lot of computer work and filing at the moment…Maggie’s the brain and I am her minion? (I think that word fits)!! Love it.
We often talk about her Dad; mostly things he said to us after his diagnosis. He was a wise man in so many ways…and he could read people. More often than not his impressions of folk were spot on. Perhaps not always what we wanted to hear but looking back he was our leader.
And his words of guidance for me, kids and grandchildren alike are guiding us daily. Not a day goes by that his name…Farmer, Dad or Grampy…is not mentioned for one reason or another. With respect and much love.
Needless to say, our tribe has those memories of a lifetime with him. And now we move forward and continue making memories of our own that all started because we had him.
Memories…They all start somewhere! I love you Farmer!!
‘Til next time….
PS…I am thinking about writing some sort of book including all of the blog photos and others with short stories of our life here at Bejosh… A good friend of mine mentioned it a few months back and the more I think about it the more I think it would be do-able with the right help.
Any opinions or suggestions out there? Take care.