I'm not sure why, but big red barns with the traditional barn shape hit the mark with me. A barn like that makes me shiver with joy. Surely you think I'm strange and maybe that is the case, but I feel drawn to them.
We saw this one not long ago when we were in Mantua for a less that happy occasion, when my cousin buried his wife. That was very sad. It is really hard to lose those of your own generation, and even more so, when they are close.
It makes me sad to see Lonzo grieve. I pray that he can go on with life, filling it with things he has always wanted to do, like traveling. We can all look forward to the next, perfect, life, when we will all be together.
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