on the things that aren't forgotten

We bought the farm from a woman who lost her husband suddenly some years ago. He wasn't old. Terrible. 

I don't know much except that he left behind two teenage boys. 

Living in a small town, getting ahold of someone isn't that tough, and it turns out that as I began posting farm update pics on Instagram, a woman who is married to one of those boys now was already following us. 

We connected via Facebook. She's in the wedding industry too, and we always comment on one another's house renovation & decorating photos. 

This weekend when going through stuff in the barn, I found the sign from Mr. Farm (names protected here people). 

He had a business downtown Mr. Farm Attorney at Law, it is a really nice sign. Hand-carved, a big wooden one. I imagine it being taken down from a building by someone in shock and grieving. 

I found the sign and knew I had to contact his now daughter in law. After I sent her a message telling her I would love her and her husband to have it, I found more stuff. A box of father's day cards and photos. A dusty old fishing jacket with tackle still in the pockets. And then Matt found a stamp, of his signature. 

Today, as fog rolled in off the lake, Mr. Farm's son, his daughter in law & her beautiful baby bump pulled in the driveway to get the things. It took everything in me not to cry while giving it to them. The son seemed so genuinely happy. So touched that these things still existed. That they hadn't been forgotten. He's having his first boy in July. I can't even imagine what he's feeling. 

They are both so nice. We talked a lot about the farm, about growing up here, about what is to become of this place. And I commented on things I love that his dad did. Like making the pull string on the light in the basement reach all the way to the stairs, so there no time spent down there in the dark. 

It made my  day. And it only lasted 25 minutes.

Some might tell me it's risky business inviting over the person who used to live at the farm when we are doing so much to it. But at the end of the day- we are all human. We have all loved. And lost. And want to remember things, and return to places we love.




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