On days like this, I look to the sky. I like to think of fabulous clouds as heaven’s front yard landscaping, setting the stage to welcome travelers home. I know, I know, maybe the literal location isn’t just a hop, skip, or jump beyond the firmament we see. But since I haven’t been there yet, I just don’t know; and it could be, so dive with me into that fanciful thought.
You are dearly missed, Dad, and we can’t even realize yet how much.
Happy trails, until we meet again. In salute to your genuine cowboy self, here’s a horsey landscape quote that I think you’d like, from one of my favourite western genre authors.
“There were clouds at the mountains, and the snow pack reflected the sour-lemon sun into one of the most beautiful and perverse sunsets I had ever seen. The clouds were dappled like the hindquarters of an Appaloosa colt, and the beauty kicked just as hard. The head wind rattled the bare limbs of the cottonwoods as the longer branches swayed, and the remnants of grass and sage shuddered close to the ground.”
-From “The Cold Dish” by Craig Johnson
touching farewell letter and oh, so lovely quote! hugs(())
ReplyDeleteHugs received - thank you! It was a beautiful service, alternating laughter and wistful tears, with procession via horse-drawn wagon and accompanying riders; one rider led Chuck's riderless Appy, hat on saddle horn, boots in stirrup backwards.
ReplyDeleteOh Cyndy, this post touched me and, yes, made Kathleen and I both cry. He always did think of you as one of his own and never failed to ask me how you were and if you still had that happy giggle.
ReplyDeleteWell, that made three of us crying, for sure! Sweeter words never heard than, "Hello, Daughter!". All these years, I've been so blessed to be included by your family, and I count it a delightful privilege.
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