Kathleen Obrenski
To my dear sister - Connie,
Loren was a wonderful brother-in-law and friend to Donny & I and will be missed by ALL our family! He was a wonderful and kind man. Always had a smile! I want you to know that your family is here for YOU sister dear and we love you.
Below is a poem that Loren wrote that is so very special and heart warming that I wanted to share for all to read. It says a lot about what a GREAT man he was.
Loren, may you Rest in Peace with your little baby girl Emily and all God's Angels in Heaven.
God Bless you and keeping you in prayer Connie.
Love & Blessings,
Kathleen & Don
A Tribute to All Farmers
By, Loren Knicely
I am only a farmer.
I know nature better than anyone.
I work with the soil, the rain, the sun, the wind, the heat and the cold.
I enjoy them and sometimes fear them.
I am only a farmer.
I am a tenant of God's earth.
I am a sower of seeds, a shepherd of livestock, a reaper of harvest.
I am sweat, tears, and pride.
I am only a farmer.
I am warm memories of the past and hopeful dreams of the future.
I am an optimist, a thinker, a watcher and a doer.
I am only a farmer.
I am a manager, an accountant, a veterinarian, a mechanic and a carpenter.
I am a seller, a trader and a buyer.
I am a father, a friend, a comforter and a teacher to my children.
I am only a farmer.
If a man can be truly free, then truly I am.
I do not work by a time clock.
I can choose the hours I work.
They are mine to spend. They are mine to invest. They are mine to use wisely.
I am only a farmer.
Since I am self-employed, I must use wisely; my intelligence, my confidence, my ingenuity and my patience.
I am not a man of riches, but a man with a great wealth of experience.
I have learned to treasure life and all living things, to respect their maker and my own.
I am only a farmer.
Unlike our government and many other large corporations, we are efficient.
I am part of a minority of 2% and we produce enough to feed the world.
So, the next time you get behind some slow-moving farm machinery, don't complain too much
(especially on a full stomach).
I am only a farmer.
I live in a complicated world, but enjoy the simple things in life.
They are my source of joy, hope and comfort.
I have walked in the morning mist, and paused to marvel at the beauty of sunsets.
I listen to the cheerful sounds of the songbirds.
I enjoy the fragrance of fresh-cut hay.
I am only a farmer.
It is a solitary profession I have chosen, or perhaps that I have been chosen for.
A profession where there are no certainties, where no guarantees are granted and no excuses taken.
I am only a farmer.
I know of no other profession which is closer to God's handiwork.
I am awed by endless rebirth, and marvel as small seeds turn into a bountiful harvest.
I witness many miracles.
I am only a farmer.
I have but God to answer to, to depend on, to confide in.
And in the quiet of the years, I have come to know Him well.
I believe Sunday is a day we should go to church to worship and to sing, and to give thanks for all the blessings to us He brings.
I think that everyone should be PROUD of their many accomplishments!
I once thought that being a farmer didn't sound like a highly skilled profession, until I met a special friend,
who told me that I should be very proud that I am only a farmer, and I will endure
P.S. Lucky for this farmer, that the special friend is now my dear wife!