The grandfather of a very close neighbor passed away yesterday and is going to be buried today.
In the words of manfriend: part of the man he is today, he owes to him. He was the first person to employ him, in a milking farm, when he was a boy.
Manfriend had the honor of seeing him one day before his passing and is spending the day today saying goodbye.
I’m skipping Dancing Mondays today to make a space for Don Turin’s legacy; may his love for the land live on and his teaching of hard work never be forgotten.
Rest in peace. I hope you meet my grandfather in heaven and have very long, pleasant conversations about tractors and cows.