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Sorry for your loss.
Prayers sent for his crossing.

Condolences to you and your family. That’s a good photo of him.

sorry to hear of your loss, great picture.

May he RIP. 88 is a long life. Hope he enjoyed most of it.

My Condolences.

Deepest sympathy for your family......I'm sure you all made him proud.

Very sorry to hear that, Roundoak. You have my sympathy.

My Condolences.

And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board"

-- so God made a Farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from tractor back, put in another seventy-two hours"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds, and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark."

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church; somebody who would bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does"

-- so God made a Farmer.

Rest in peace good man.

My condolences to you and your family. May your father RIP.












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That's an exellent photo of your Dad you posted, I'm sorry for your loss.

RIP. Condolences to those here who will ride with him again one day.

Osky

Sorry for your loss

So sorry for your loss. Condolences to you and your family.

Sorry for your loss.

Prayers to you and your family roundoak. May you all find peace and comfort in this situation.

Sorry for your loss. I lost mine ten years ago. I was deer hunting when he passed and still remember the stand I was hunting that day. ..#13.

Sorry for the passing of your dad, roundoak. May he Rest In Peace.

Prayers for you and your family.

Condolences and prayers.

Sorry for your loss!