Sitting on our farm stoop this fall evening as the corn dries, almost ready to be picked, my mind wanders to my grandfather, who was plucked away from me almost three years to the day. I am grateful for his lessons, for his joy, his laughter, his devotion. “There is something new to learn every day,” he would say. I learned from him that to reap the best harvest, one must first sow the right seeds, tend the fields, and then, only after a full season of work, can the farmer enjoy the bounty of his efforts...
