To my father: You say your father was a great man... A caretaker...He was up before dawn... Worked all day... Everyday... 100 hour work weeks with no complaints except for weather mishaps... He dealt with the various animals he acquired... He fixed whatever broke whether it was machinery or a someones broken spirit... Could make do with whatever was around to rig something up that would work...He was polite and tipped that dirty hat or raised a finger as to wave... Well... Isnt every bit of that precisely explaining yourself? Because I know in my eyes you are the epitome of THE BEST MAN God EVER created. See.... Its like this... ROBERT E BUSBIN SR WAS: Somebody whod plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody that would seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard weeks work with a five-mile drive to church. Somebody thatd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son chooses to spend his life doing what dad does. So God made ANOTHER FARMER -- ROBERT JR! I love you to the moon and back. You may feel broken and empty... But there isnt anything that differs you from papa... And thats a DAMN GOOD THING! AND for the sake of the speech on the Dodge commercial... Let me add: ROBERT JR HAS GUTS... GLORY... AND ALWAYS A RAM!! LOVE YOU TO MOON AND BACK!
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 22:31:52 +0000
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