For me, it's going to the boat launching ramp and smelling burning diesel and 2-cycle oil as people put their boats into the water. The sounds of engines running, people having fun. Yea....
Are you planning on keeping the farm in the family?
Yeah. The livestock is gone but my brother and his wife are going to maintain it because they're closer than I am and my Mom is still stressed about losing her husband of 40 years at 58.
Sorry for your loss and to hear the news. I know what you mean about the smells, they have a special way of getting vividly imprinted into our memories. Hope things get easier with the passage of time.
I honestly will just keep going back to the shed. The smells of oil and fuel just make me feel 10 again. All good. Now at 31 I can sit down and drink some beers in the shed while I reminisce and smell the surroundings as I sit beside the tools, gas cans, his truck, tractor and combine.
I envy your pleasant memories of your dad. I realized at an early age that I would never be able to do anything well enough to suit my dad. So, I just quit trying. It seemed that my older sisters could do no wrong and I could do no right. So, I just did whatever I wanted and didn't worry about what he thought. He once told me that I was a juvenile delinquent, so I asked him, who's fault is that? The look on his face was priceless. Of course, I bolted out the door before he could recover...
My Dad was very religious and docile and also caring.
I'm kind of the opposite but I notice those traits in me too. Just not towards certain ethno groups, types..
I hear you...
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