sunrise.
Then I went to work.
In the evenings, I returned home and handled whatever chores remained.
Dad’s feed truck was far more equipment than forty cows required.
But I used it anyway.
Every morning at five-thirty, I climbed into that cab.
His gloves were still on the dashboard.
And every morning, I quietly said hello.
I knew how foolish it sounded.
But it was the closest thing I had to talking to him.
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When April arrived, I began watching the weather.
Not because I had a crop to plant.
