There is a quiet reverence you feel when you take the time to honor the past. Respect is owed to the road that was paved before me that led to my birth. I'm grateful for the people who came before me; for their struggles, strength, sacrifices, joys, sunshine, and hailstorms.
My Dad's Stopin' grounds!
My Dad used to farm these fields.
The old Farm
We decided to take our little family and visit my grandpa. It was a great journey.Now if he died today I would have no regrets. I did my duty.
This is my sweet Grandma Vivian who takes care of Grandpa!
This is my sweet 92 year old Grandpa!