Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Read about what all is going on in April's life.
Forsyth County Center: Latest News
4-H Clover
1 comment:
April, Amy and Family,
First I would like to apologize for not contacting you sooner! When Dani Womble called to tell me what happened, I was in total shock! I can honestly say that I am still walking in your shoes. It is very hard to believe that my Daddy has been gone almost a year now. Gosh, this was the first Christmas w/o my Daddy and I have cried more than ever. The holidays have been very hard, but for you to loose your Daddy right here at Christmas leaves a very raw wound to deal with. Your Daddy reminded me a lot of mine and like yours they both loved their girls and of course those Grandbabies!! I thought of you when I was going through some things that needed to be stored away. The poem below was read at my Daddy's funeral and like your Daddy, it reminds me a lot of him as well. Please give your Mom and Family my love and prayers and if you ever need someone to talk to pick up the phone and call me. I know we normally don't see each other unless we are at a cattle show (NCSF or Jr. Beef Roundup) but we are still one big happy family and I will sit and listen if you need vent. We are all left with that question of why & we wish we had the answer but, God is the only one who can give us that answer and it will be all in his time. God must have really needed some good farmers all of a sudden since he took, my Daddy (Billy Gay), my Granddaddy-n-Law (Mr. Tom Gorham), Chuck Miller and last but surely not least your Daddy. Again, you and your family is in our prayers and I hope you feel much needed comfort from your extended family and friends.
Dear Lord,
This last year was rough on us cowboys
With calf prices bein' low.
And the drought, and the snow last winter
Didn't leave a lot to show
For a lot of really hard workin'.
There were times, I confess,
That I lay awake nights and wondered:
Lord, how do I get out of this mess.
But I turned it all over to you, Lord.
Put my trust in your capable hands.
And I thank you that you let us keep on
Makin' a living off of your lands.
I thank you for every morning
when the sun rose over the trees,
and spread light over the meadows.
And thanks for that cool summer breeze
That cooled sweatin' backs in the hay fields.
And thanks for new friends I made,
for the joy of seein' baby calves
curled up, asleep in the shade.
Thanks for these good friends and neighbors
and the love and the help that they give.
And I thank you Lord for these old cows
and the cowboy life they let me live.
And thank you Lord for my family,
my little girls and my wife.
And for the chance we have to raise a child
to live the kind of life
That most folks only dream of,
spending days outside,
Feedin', checkin', and sortin', and looking
where old cows hide.
So, Lord, on this wonderful day,
as we take a break from our chores,
We thank you for this year's blessings,
and for what you have in store.
In deepest Sympathy,
Mandy Gay Hayes, Brian Hayes and Morgan
my cell# is 252-904-7397
Post a Comment