07/15/2026
On July 8th, Grandpa Farmer decided to leave this world.
He was one of the toughest men I knew and was till his last day.
To try and put into words how important he was to me and many seems to be a struggle.
Growing up, when we moved to Alberta and joined another family we didn't know, he loved us like we were always his.
He would spend hours on hours with us, didn't matter the time of day.
If we weren't out with the cows, searching or feeding milk to kittens, picking eggs out of the coop and holding chickens, meeting new calves in the spring, we would go inside to have a pop, play a game, or just spend time together.
And of course how to have a proper desert!
We shared the love of animals and taught me a depth of how love and respect is vital.
Every animal on the farm was loved and cared for,
Whether he was cuddling kittens and feeding them milk, holding his chickens he adored, or scratching his cows on the back with a pitchfork cause he knew they loved it.
All of them had names, and it always blew my mind how he would be able to tell them apart from another.
Now I know, because I am that way.
And everytime I am asked how I can tell who is who or by their blaas, I smile because I know who its from.
The time spent and the lessons learn is earned and not given.
Even when cows would leave the farm he really did have the softness forward them.
He was such a gentle, warm, and safe place for me growing up.
Something that brought me so love, and has left such a profound mark on me on who I am today.
I would not be who I am today without your impact.
I had the privilege to be able to be with him so much the past month, to say those unsaid words, to share moments of love, and laughs.
To be able to return what I never thought I'd be able to in a way that made me see the definition of love.
Thank you for everything you gave us.
See you later,
Love you always 🤎
