Sunday, December 19, 2010

To a Tractor Pulling Friend

Steve and I attended the visitation of one of our fellow tractor pullers tonight. He was a great friend to all who knew him, and the line in which we stood in to greet his family showed the many people he touched who come to pay their respects.
This time of year to lose a loved one is hard on the family. I know personally what it is like. My own father passed away Dec. 24, 1996. Christmas isn't the same any longer, but it brings closer to our hearts, the memories those who go before us leave us with.
Glenn Day, you were a special man, you will be missed. Rest in peace our friend. God Bless you. If there is a tractor pull in heaven, save us a parking space.

1 comment:

  1. So sorry for your loss. How terribly hard. The poem is beautiful! Prayers to all whose lives he touched. May healing of hearts come swiftly.


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