I spent 30 years pouring blood, sweat and tears on my family farm. My grandfather always told me he wanted to sell it to me, to keep it in the family. He is now gone.
After his funeral my grandmother told me he wanted her to sell it to me, its been almost 2 years and I have this gut feeling she isn't going to do anything with it (no idea why).
That's fine, it is hers, but when my mom and aunts inherit it it will be sold to the highest bidder and lost forever. 7 grandsons and 6 great grandchildren will be officially separated from that farm. He (my grandfather) literally died working on that farm and once it is gone from our family a piece of us will be gone as well. Thinking about it is gut wrenching.