Because this photo made me think of a sister, actually all of my sisters, I had to upload it to this blog. We sure did love Grandpa's cows! Grandpa, though, always had jerseys because he thought their milk richer and better. I have an early memory of standing next to a sister as we watched him lock his cows into their stanchions. We were peeking through a crack and a knothole in the barn because we were not allowed in until the cows were secure. Watching him move among the large beasts, I thought he was the bravest man in the world. Maybe, he was. He was certainly the hardest working man I knew. He was funny and loving. He treated his bride like a queen. He was faithful in all that was laid before him, the trials as well as the joys. I can only pray that I will be as faithful. Now as I remember him, Heaven is dearer to me.
"I Wonder What They're Doing In Heaven Today" - The Forbes Family