to dad…
This blog is dedicated to my father, J.E. Crosby. On May 1st of 2004, I wrote an article published in the Healing Garden Journal. Two weeks later on May 13th, my father suffered a stroke that led me back to the mint farm where I grew up in Mid Michigan. Here in the middle of the mitten, where cradled, another journey began…one of healing, hope, and transformation. I think of my father often as I make decisions. He was a quiet man, well-loved and when he spoke, people listened. I am still listening, Dad.
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Linette,
Nice job recognizing dad and Uncle Larry, brings a tear to those last years of harvest, we knew it was a special time…now we are able to better understand these multi-million dollar memories! Thank you. Brother, Don
Glad I found you here.
– Cousin Chuck H