Jean Albus:
Brian Killed Himself Here.
Jean Albus:
He Shot Himself.
Jean Albus:
It Happened In There. He Turned The Tractor On First. To Make Sure.
Jean Albus:
He Left Behind A Wife and A Daughter And A Son.
Jean Albus:
A Weeping Birch. He Planted That. He Left A Shovel There.
Jean Albus:
He Built These Greenhouses.
Jean Albus:
He Put This Shovel Here This Fall When He Thought He Would Pick It Up Again This Spring
Jean Albus:
See The Deer Up On The Hilltop? He Built A Fence To Keep Them Away From The Nursery
Jean Albus:
He Was Getting Ready To Expand, But He Lost The Vision.
Jean Albus:
Brian, There Is Still So Much Work To Do
Jean Albus:
It's Lonely Without You. Who Can Take Your Place?
Jean Albus:
Once Upon A Time I Could Find You Here.
Jean Albus:
An Empty Space.
Jean Albus:
A Place To Rest In The Greenhouse.
Jean Albus:
Dawn Is On The Horizon
Jean Albus:
Winter Is So Long Here In This Town
Jean Albus:
Look At How Hard You Worked. These Are Beautiful In Their Way.
Jean Albus:
You Took Care Of Your Family Even Better Than This.
Jean Albus:
Retreat
Jean Albus:
How Can We Make Sense Of It? Not Every Thing Makes Sense.
Jean Albus:
Pride In Work. Everything Always In It's Place. That Made Sense, Anyway.
Jean Albus:
Look How Nice He Stacked These.
Jean Albus:
It Wasn't An E Z Load. What An Understatement.
Jean Albus:
He Plugged This In One Day
Jean Albus:
Broken
Jean Albus:
The Fence Needs To Be Mended.
Jean Albus:
It Needs To Be Mended In More Than One Place.
Jean Albus:
Maybe Somebody Else Will Take Up Where You Left Off.
Jean Albus:
But We're Open To Sorrow and Remembering You and Thinking About The Empty Spaces You Left Behind
Jean Albus:
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