Just came across this picture as Dave and I were looking at some old picutes on his IPad. This is Dave’s dad and my niece Kourtney. I love this picture because of the joy seen on both of thier faces. This is the feeling that my memories of the ranch bring–pure joy. I cannot remember a time or place–not Hawaii, Figi, or anywhere else I have traveled, that brought exactly that same kind of joy.
I remember the excitement as we rounded the bend and saw that old dirt road to the ranch. I remember the first night we were there, eating Grandma’s great food, and thinking we had the whole week ahead of us. I remember the quiet, the smells, the kind of do nothing rest that could not be found anywhere else on earth.
I can also remember the sadness as the trip came to an end. The choked up big tough guy trying to act as if he didn’t care we were leaving. The watery eyes told me different. I remember the tears from my kids for the first hour until they started planning the next trip
I am so blessed to have had this wonderful place to visit and take my kids. They are better people because these two amazing grandparents have been in thier lives.
Things are so different now with grandpa’s health preventing him from doing the things he loved. It is so difficult to watch the changes in him and to see the longing to be back on the ranch. Life is not always fair and life can change so suddenly. As I am filled with sadness over what is now, I can’t help but be grateful that we have the memories that will be in my heart forever.