Remembering Dad

On this day 23 years ago I got a call that my dad had died in a fall out of a tree. I've been thinking of him lately as I've been working on a fence for my horses. Dad said he wanted to wear out, not rust out. Same here. Even on days when dad had nothing to do, he found something to do. I found him once sitting in the middle of a field pulling weeds by hand. So I'm pulling up posts and pounding them in again. Working on this land Dad loved that I inherited from him. I sure do miss him.

Love you Dad.