Congrats Allan, to you, your wife, and your horses (LOL). I can feel for the lady. And I can feel for you too. Our lives are similar, yet different. I know you lost your farm, and that's a killer. But I know that you're gonna renew yourself by trying all over again. As a kid, I lost my father at about ten. Have a mother, 3 sisters, and a brother. We lost the farm too. Mom couldn't do it, brothers and sisters were too young, and just so much the neighbors can do. The buyers of that farm were happy, yet sad at my mother's anguish. But what had to be, had to be. Life isn't always fair, you either pickup the pieces and move on, or you let yourself die. None of us died, and it appears that you have not either, nor will your neighbor/friend, whom will get a chance to see the old place prosper. It isn't always easy. I sold my place in Illinois (still work there), bought a small farm in Bristol, talked my Mom into selling her place, and moving in, along with one of my sisters, whom lived with (kind of helps MOM) her. All I ask is, take care of my lab when I'm in Illinois late Sunday night through Friday nights when I get home, and don't touch the tractors or anything that'll get anyone hurt. My sister can touch or mow with the AC-B, but don't get near the others - I don't wanna get a phone call in Illinois that my sister ended up under 7 tons of red or green. The best part about it Allan, when I get home my Mom tells me how she sat on the deck, drinking a cup of coffee, watching deer and rabbits and stuff out in the fields. Of course, I go get a shotgun and tell her if she sees deers out eating corn or beans, she's supposed to shoot them, not watch them do it. But I do it as a joke. It's renewed her life. It's my turn to take care of her. She smiles for the most part, and that aint a bad thing buddy. Mark
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