Grandpa and Grandma

Hanging out with my Cousin Josh the last couple of days brought many stories and remembrances of the farm. Many stories of Grandpa Ardell and Grandma Rose. Typically the stories of Grandpa ended with boisterous laughter and those of Grandma reflected on how kind and generous she was.

They have both been gone for a bit now but their memories are strong in the hearts of their kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids.

“I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.” — Banksy (link)

Grandpa and Grandma, your names will be spoken for several decades to come. We miss you.

This picture of Grandpa having lunch in the field over a pickup with my Uncle Tim has been showing up on my Aura Frame lately. It makes me smile. I remember Grandpa out in the fields. His overalls dirty. He was a John Deere man. His personality was as big as those fields he farmed.