I think people in the Midwest live here and stay here for family. I know many braver, more adventurous people who venture off to the coasts for self-actualization, but here you actualize within the framework of a family. You never know the depth of your own character, or that of those you love, until they are called upon, and they answer the call. There is no please, no pleading, nothing more… just a “Can you?” and you find you can and will.
I went home and spent the weekend with my parents. My grandpa is very sick. I don’t wish cancer upon anyone, but I think he maybe finds some bit of comfort knowing his farm is being tended to. My dad threw more hay in the last few days then probably decades combined. My mom is slightly deaf from driving the tractor for the next few days. They are still bailing hay the old school way on my family’s farm.