I once asked you why you moved to Colorado, and you said, “I always wanted to be a cowboy. Didn’t you?”
We all seem to want so many things, from each other and for each other. I don’t know what all the time you weren’t in my life means, or what it means that I wasn’t in yours until the night our father was dying. I only know that it was as if you had always been there, you and Felice, belonging with us. And that discomforting joy amidst catastrophe rent a light leak in my heart that I have determined to make worse, until it has completely healed.
I am lighting a candle for your sweet cowboy brother tonight. (I love the light emanating from your cowboy!)
love the photo and the thought Brenna. Happy Trails Howard – you did indeed add much light to our world.