I love this picture of my father and grandfather ... a simple photo taken with a simple camera ... on a typical summer day ... working the land that had been originally homesteaded by my great-grandfather. It was taken in 1970 ... Dad was 40 years old ... Grandpa was 80 ... I was thirteen. I've been missing Grandpa for thirty-six years ... Dad left this world a year ago today ... I miss him.
"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4
I find comfort in my faith ... but I miss their presence and treasure the memories of our time together.