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He also partook in the southern tradition of eating a lot. It seemed like he ate the whole time he was there and especially loved Aunt Gloria's sweet potatoes. He demolished them! Here is a picture of Collin with Ford and Gloria after lunch.
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Collin also got to go see some real John Deere tractors at my Granddaddy's farm. My Granddaddy was a farmer until he passed away a couple of years ago and has a farm full of equipment. We took Collin over to see the tractors up close and he loved it. He just ran around them in awe of how big they were. Maybe next time he can take them for a ride! I know my Granddaddy was looking down from heaven so happy to see his great grandson loving everything about the farm life. I know he would have loved Collin to pieces and laughed at how his granddaughter who was always so prissy ended up having a son who is 100% boy.
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We also made the hard trip to the cemetery to see my mom, or Nana's, grave. We cleaned it off and put some pretty flowers on it. I know that she is in heaven but it is always hard to go and see her name of the tombstone and know that she is really gone. It helps to know she is in heaven now and free of pain and will be reunited with us one day.