I don't post a ton about my dad, but he's my dad, and I love him. My parent's split up for good when I was going into 4th grade, and I spent the majority of my time with my mom. My dad is a very southern "man of the land". He inherited my Great Aunt Opal's land when she passed away, and he's always lived on and worked the farm. He's losing his hearing now, so I've been trying to help him get hearing aids which is difficult for many reasons. I live in Minnesota. That's the biggest issue. The second biggest issue is my dad doesn't have a cellphone or a computer or internet. He's also stubborn, so trying to even get him to cross the river to go into Louisville for testing isn't easy.
The thing about my dad is I don't know a lot about him before me. My dad's dad died when he was 9 years old. His mom passed away when I was in middle school, and his sister (My Aunt Jana) didn't live around us for most of my life. I never had anyone to share stories about my dad when he was younger...what kind of kid he was etc. Today, my mom shared an article in the paper with me from back home, and it was written by one of my dad's best friends from high school. I read this article and teared up because I just don't get to see stories about him, and I felt like I got to know him better. The story is of a different time for the town back when they were kids and how much it's changed. It's hard to be a farmer...it's easier to sell the land that's been in your family for years than farm it. Because of that, the vast farm fields are decreasing as more homes are being built. I'm proud of my dad and the farm he's kept for so many years. I believe at some point he will sell it, and while it's sad to me, I understand. If you want to read the article, you can click here. He's Dickie.