John "Pap" Leiter on his farm with his great grandson, Jayden Davidson, and his son-in-law, Andy Davidson.
Not knowing if he’d get paid for his work, he had the faith of a farmer to put seeds in the ground and send his crops to market. He worked to live but he lived for his family.
Pap’s passion for life dimmed when his wife died a few years back. Now his flame was just a flicker. But life always came back in his eyes when he lifted his grandbabies with his leathered hands, fat with calluses and stiff from arthritis. He lowered them to his face as their pudgy fingers reached out to touch his wrinkled skin and wiry grey hair. Then he’d softly kissed them to bless their new life. And for a moment his world made sense. This tough old farmer melted, his pain no longer mattered.
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