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I grew up in a village of 500 people and now live in a beach town of 10 000. Wife to Jeff, Mama to Makenna and Jack. This is my place to share what's up with us, and the place where I sometimes need to pour my heart out about the not so sunshiney moments. This is my happy place. Thanks for stopping by :) Copyright 2012 by Melissa Wormington, that no part of this blog may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, without permission from the publisher.
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Jeff, Makenna, Jack and Melissa. Spring 2012. Photo credit: Tricia Denomme/Hope Photography

Friday, April 23, 2010

April 29 2010

Sometimes the words come easily. Sometimes they do not. This is a post I have written and erased numerous times, a post I have struggled with.

Today is significant, a day that marks a change in paths for many people close to me, and for myself.

Someone once said the only thing constant in life is change. Today, life changes again, as the deal closes on The Noble Farm, reducing it to nothing more than a memory.

This weekend my dad will say goodbye and move off of the property that his been in our family for five generations.

It’s a day most of us thought would never come, but here it is. He has his reasons. Some we understand, some we don't...but here we are.

Sometimes the words come easily, sometimes they don’t.

And to be honest, I don’t really feel like getting into it. I've tried to put my feelings about it, and all that has led up to this, into words, and it's just not coming out right. Maybe someday.

But, I still want to acknowledge it.

Today is a significant day. A day my dad will never forget. A day my brother and I have dreaded. A day that changes everything. Again.

As one chapter closes, another one begins. Today is about moving on.

It’s time for my dad to move on.


Lyn Noble said...

I get it completely...Last year our family's three remaining farms were sold and its so unbelievably hard. The range of emotion is so broad. Its still hard to drive past without feeling sad and angry some days. Grandma and I had a little cry last week about it being the first spring where we didn't get to see the cows get put out to pasture. I'm sure it gets better, but it truly takes more time than I ever imagined. Go out and take pictures of the special parts of the farm that hold meaning to you!