Eight years ago, my father died suddenly at the end of August. So, that sucks. Obit
Six years ago, Rodney arrived [Cast]. Two years ago, Milton arrived [Meet Milton]. Therefore, every August is a reminder that I have utterly failed to accomplish anything with them.
My father was never interested in my riding. I doubt he would have appreciated being lumped in with horse-related events. While he approved of writing and photography, I have no idea what he would have thought of the blog, or if he would have read it. But that is a psycho-social discussion for another day.