A person describes how turning 18, getting married, and having four kids didn't feel like growing up. Only after their father died, losing that safety net, did they finally feel like an adult. They speak directly to him, grateful for his life and the push toward independence.
I didn't feel grown up when I was 18. I didn't feel grown up when I got married either. I didn't feel grown up when I had my first baby. Or my second baby. Or my third. Or my fourth baby. But something happened between my fourth and my fifth. My dad died. And then with that safety net gone, the buck stopped here. The ultimate responsibility ended here. Where's your dad, Papa? Well, I hope in heaven. Pop, if you're watching this, thank you for starting my life. Thank you for tending me all of my life. And then finally, thank you for leaving me to grow on my own.
If I had to start my Homestead all over again, it could only pick one animal… 
