There is a tree on
our farm that stands on a hill tall and dead overlooking our favorite fishing
pond, the old cattle barn and corral. Sometimes dead trees have their own
beauty and this is one of them. As I stand admiring the tree it used to be I
see one small branch of greenery. I say to myself, "How can this even be possible
when every other branch is dead?"
It makes me think of my father and his brave fight to win
over cancer. His fight was long and hard and his will to live beyond belief. It
reminds me of my son’s fight with addiction and how when everything about him
seems dead there is a small green branch of life that just keeps on fighting
with a will that most people will never find within themselves.
I love this dead tree that has weathered the harshness of
nature’s extreme forces and still it has one green branch. Defiance to what
nature has to bear. I hope it stands overlooking our favorite fishing pond
forever. It is a testament to never giving up. It is our family’s tree of life.
Authored by +Terri Henkels
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