“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal.”
~Unknown
Putting his hand on the worn fence post, Arthur Heston reached into his overalls and pulled out a handkerchief that had clearly seen its better days.
Judiciously wiping the sweat from his forehead, he returned the rag to his pocket and turned toward me squinting in the noonday sun.
“When Margaret was alive, that tree gave up the most beautiful apples you’d ever seen.”
“But when she passed on in 62′, everything lost its color.”
“I’ve come to understand that some people are like that–they just make everyone and everything better.”
“And in return, it seems like everything on God’s green earth wants to give em’ something back–me included.”
“And when they’re gone, everything just kind of dries up.”
Arthur and Margaret Heston lived in southern Kansas for more than 30 years. When Margaret died of scarlet fever in 1962, Arthur left behind all that they had and moved into town. Today he lives in an assisted living facility and rarely visits his farm.
He still keeps a picture of Margaret on his nightstand.
Heston farm, southern Kansas
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