06/06/2023
Thank you doesn’t even come close to the gratitude I have for all of the kind comments, visits to the farm, shared hugs and tears, stories of how the farm and my grandparents were a part of your life—this weekend was truly bittersweet. It was so hard to watch the items that have been a huge part of my childhood walk out the door…more than once, it felt like I had been punched in the gut. That feeling was softened by the amount of love that complete strangers showed me and my family. I can’t even count how many times I heard, “I wanted something to remember Fran by.” We swapped stories with people we will never see again, shared memories we had of the items being purchased. I never would have imagined this weekend would be spent sharing the history of my grandparent and our farm, rather than running an estate sale with my mom and our family. Today it’s hitting me—I keep thinking of things that I wish we hadn’t sold. But they’re only things and it’s the generations of stories that will keep the memory of our farm and my grandparents alive. I’m grateful for this weekend ♥️
📸: My grandma and papa on their wedding day
