Today marks the third anniversary of my dad’s passing.
This is him – in his element:
It’s a photo of a photo, so the quality is lacking and there is tape residue scarring the left side. But I think it very clearly shows the WHO of my dad. He was a cowboy. He was more comfortable on a horse than off. He was very kind and had many, many friends, but he liked to be alone, exploring the countryside and living a life that is increasingly becoming extinct.
This week as his friends and family have posted photos and memories to albums on Facebook, I’ve enjoyed the trip down memory lane and I’ve chuckled at the thought of his reaction to the fact that he has been blowing up newsfeeds all over the country.
“Face book? What the heck is a face book?”
I and so many people miss him. I am content, however, to think that he’s on a horse in heaven, checking fences and keeping order in the largest and greenest of pastures.
For a look at last year’s tribute post and a very special hat, click here.