The End of a Chapter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

A final visit to the family farm before being sold elicits memories and mourning.

They say that nothing new can begin unless something old ends. Just because it’s true doesn’t mean I have to like it.

The family has sold my Grandpa’s farm. It had to be done and I believe that it’s the right thing to do, given the circumstances, but my heart is breaking just the same. I have a lifetime of memories there and still know that it must be even harder for my Dad and his siblings.

I went out and took pictures today. I didn’t get everything I wanted from doing it. I think I was secretly hoping that when I looked through the viewfinder I would somehow see things as they once were. I wanted it to be the way it was. I wanted to see the summer days of baseball and fishing. The winter days of snowdrifts and Christmas. The ordinary days of play and the laughter and love of family gettogethers and celebrations. I wanted to smell the sweet corn blanching, the pungent odor of processing chicken, the whining about working in the family garden. I wanted one last chance to live those memories.

Funny thing is, I didn’t realize that that was what I was searching for until the disappointment of reality washed over me after I took the first picture. Then I was frantically taking pictures of everything from different angles, subconsciously I think, trying to catch those fleeting images from my heart in some way other than my mind’s eye.

Yes I know it was silly. Yes I know it was impossible. But the heart wants what the heart wants and a big piece of my heart is tied to that lile piece of property. We have a few weeks before the final good-bye is necessary. It is the end of a chapter in my book of time. And again I face the knowledge that often the new chapter is never fully appreciated until it too ends. I know that it is just some land and the memories I cherish are the greatest crop it ever produced, but I mourn it’s loss none the less.

And with that ending, I am most thankful for the blessing of my Grandparents and the inheritance they left us all. They gave us something that cannot be tangibly retained. They gave us their example of faith, love, forgiveness, and the power of prayer and family. And most of all, they gave me good memories. 


Submitted: October 21, 2020

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