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Subject: Re: 'Super Mom' Author: Steve Strieker [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 19:57:53 01/14/02 Mon In reply to: Aaron Weiman 's message, "'Super Mom'" on 18:05:10 01/14/02 Mon Aaron, I too know what you mean about seeing Eric all over your farm. On the evening of Dec. 31st, I went up into that loft to throw down some bales. I ended up sitting there in the loft for some time. I found myself wondering how many of those bales he stacked. I felt like I could almost see him stacking the bales right in front of me. I have walked the loft many times since Dec. 31 and continually find myself thinking about Eric. Lately, however, I have been recalling the times I saw Eric up in that loft pitching hay with all you Weiman and Wellman boys. I smile every time I see you guys up there throwing around the bales. It always reminds me of the times I stacked hay in that very loft with my own brothers, your brother David, and your dad. There is no harder work than stacking hay in that hot loft, but few things are as rewarding as finishing that hard chore. Only those who have pitched hay on a hot summer day in a tin-roofed barn can appreciate the sense of accomplishment one has after stacking hay all day. These are special memories you and your cousins share. Eric will be in that loft every time you pitch hay. This thought doesn’t sadden me. It makes me smile. Hopefully, this summer you will feel the same way. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]