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01/28/2010 07:30 AM
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It’s amazing how one telephone conversation will forever be imprinted in my memory as the most rewarding conversation I have ever had.   I still recall every little sigh and syllable that was uttered.   I can still feel the urgency of how important it was that I get in touch with my father, three weeks prior he had been diagnose with severe lung cancer and started intense chemotherapy immediately.

  “Hi dad, how are you feeling?” I asked.   “A little better now.   I was sitting here watching the History channel and was actually able to keep some Lasagna down, it was the best Lasagna that I have ever had.”

These of course were the best words I have ever heard.   Due to the Chemo he was unable to keep food down, we ended our phone conversation with I love you and talk to you soon.   One week later he passed away.

My father was a very loving, caring, and a truly amazing man. He raised all five, of us kids. Even though four of us were his step- children. He treated us like we were his biological children. He worked for thirty-five years driving a forklift. Which he truly loved his work. His favorite hobby was taking care of his land and his horses.   This land is where he is laid to rest.   This is my favorite place.

As I move thru the gateway of the first pasture I see the huge barn with its few corrals for the horses to the East.   It has a pear tree with an abundance of fruit on it.   Then as I glimpse to the west of me I see the smaller familiar barn with its speckled rusted coffee colored roof.   On the side of the barn there is an extremely wide poultry pen.   A few feet straight in front I see the ever present solid, secure, and strong fence with barb wire leading to the second pasture.   I open the gate and proceed thru it following the dirt path that has been worn in the ground from being traveled upon so much.

After entering the second pasture I begin my journey by foot across lush, green grass.   All around me I take in the...
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