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Reason For Being

The older we grow the faster life goes, priorities change quality of living and loving takes precedent, over self-indulgence and material things. Nothing as important as family and friends. It is racing now, these fleeting days and years, reflected most in my grandsons growing too soon from children to young men. Along with Steller parents our little farm provides a learning ground for the kids, teaching life lessons that inspire character and self discipline, with Cows and pigs to show at fairs, pride earned with accomplishments and Blue Ribbons to share. So lucky am I having a ringside seat, watching yet another family generation ascend and grow, Football and basket ball games to attend, Christmas morns of excited children clamoring down the stairs,   many birthday celebrations with ever more candles aglow. Memories all, retained and shared. Perhaps the best part is, these grandsons of mine, still are up for hugs and good night kisses, genuine affection received and given. Families are a true blessing and a privilege, the only real reason we are here. All these things, remain the sweet frosting on my aging Grandfather's cake of life. I sometimes wonder where I would be without all these,   my reasons for being?
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