The final two years or so of Granddaddy’s life, I disagreed often to his Facebook postings and regular conversations. Granddaddy was someone who I thought watched way too much Fox news. One time I was driving on a tractor working while plowing the organic kale field at WPRawl and I see he is always posting something that struck a nerve with me. All I remember is that it had some of my trigger words, something about illegal immigration, gays, abortion, not sure exactly what it was.
I have to live with the fact that I remember commenting or replying all to an email that I just didn’t agree with. He would often send out these mass email blasts to everyone who he thought should hear it. I was living so far from God that I thought his way of thinking was wrong. I was the wrong one. He was just at a point in his life when he was able to make a huge impact and let the world know his way of thinking without any shame.
I remember when he came over to WPRawl one afternoon with my mom and dad. They rode with me and Charles around and I gave them a tour of the farm. We went through packing house and they also got to meet Mr. Howard. I was so glad that Granddaddy got to talk to Mr. Howard. How could he see all of these harvesters who were Hispanic, know his food is harvested by them, and still want to be so divided on the whole need to help fix the irrigation reform policies. The guilt, shame and remorse that I had when he passed away soon after was huge. I was not able to apologize to him. In fact, I was a little high for his funeral and don’t remember much from it.
