I am heartbroken and angry this morning.

I'm 28 and since I was a kid my grandparents have co-owned 1500 acres in the foothills of the Appalachians here in Alabama. Found out this morning they are selling their half to my uncle who owns the other half. Worst part? They close on Friday. This has been in the works for months, they never spoke to their son, or us, the grandkids, about it.

This is what hurts. I found out I'm having a son in the past few weeks. I want him to have the same experiences I did at the farm. Riding around, mowing the hay, playing in the creek, hunting, bonfires....etc. I loved the land and wanted to build out there. Now it is being ripped away. I spent so much time with my grandfather out there, endless days of joy in the summers as a kid. Now my Pop's mind is failing(dementia) and can't do the stuff he used. My grandmother's excuse for selling was that my Pop couldn't cut his half of the pasture anymore. Which is a piss poor excuse. Why not call me to go cut it, I would have happily, joyously even.

How would y'all react to having your childhood and land that you always knew would be yours, your security, ripped away. And not told until 2 days before the sale goes through. When it has been worked on for 6 months. Uncle won't even sell us lots to build a cabin on.

Sorry guys, but I know y'all would understand this feeling. Most of the y'all who post on here understand the value of land beyond the monetary.

Edited to remove some stuff that was speculation and feeling on my part. Which wasnt the truth, just seemed that way. My grandparents had their, my dad's, mine, and my children's best interest in mind.