“I miss him, Ma. I can run this station, I can have bigger dreams and hopes for this farm, but I miss him.” “I know you do, love.” I shook my head. “It’s like having one lung removed. I can still live and breathe, but God, it’s not the same. My chest hurts and I have this hollow emptiness that weighs me down. And sometimes I think of him out of the blue and it stops me right where I stand, and I have to catch my breath.”
