Yesterday, my father-in-law, T.C. Dickerson turned eighty-four years old. And it was a great day. T.C.’s health has not been the best for the past four years. Three years ago, he had to leave our oldest son’s wedding reception early, and two years ago, was not able to attend our middle son’s wedding.  At the beginning of COVID, the retirement community where he and his wife Sarah reside had to shut down.  And I was not able to see them until a few weeks ago when it reopened.  So, the thought of Sarah and T.C. actually making a trip to our farm, which neither had seen, seemed out of the…