Beautiful poem, The females in my family seem to live forever, it is the men who leave to early.
We lost my uncle several years ago, he was in his 50's, my cousin and I would make an annual trip up to his place in late fall to pick up a load of hay (he ran a 1800 acre alfalfa farm in Yerington NV) and do some trout fishing along the Walker River, he would tell everyone around that he would be tied up for a few days because his boys were coming. Now we were in our forties at the time and both have kids of our own, but we were always his boys. His death was probably the hardest thing I had ever dealt with at the time. Thing is I still think about him every day, and really miss that 10 hour drive once a year just to go back to being boys for a few days.
I thought that that loss was hard, in July we lost our 17 month old grandson, that was one of those knockdowns in life that can be hard to get back from. I had the little monkey every afternoon, he did the evening chores with me everyday, and his biggest love was the cows, before he could walk he would crawl to the barn, he mood before he talked. In his memory myself and several friends are working on forming a group that will sponsor youth who have a true love of cattle but not the finances or support to raise a beef project. We are leaning towards heifer projects, we will provide funds for purchase, feed, and support them at the shows, for a season. We have not worked out all the kinks but hope to get it off the ground this fall. We are calling the organization "Curren's Cows".
Life always finds a way to test you, God, Family and friends is about all you have in those moments.
(Did not mean to steal your post)