Cowboys & horses remind me of my grandpa.
For my grandpa was the most important cowboy in my life.
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My grandpa wore a cowboy hat, cowboy boots,
jeans, snap up western shirts, & bolo ties.
He was a good daddy to my mom. That 's what she called him, Daddy. Her brothers & sisters would tease her that she was his favorite.
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My mom took care of my grandpa, at her house, when he was dying of cancer.
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One horse was named Candy.
She was golden, like a wheat field blonde.
He had a horse named Stormy. She was dark as midnight. Then Stormy had a son named Prince,
but no one rode him.
Candy & Stormy were the first horses I remember riding.
I learned to ride a bicycle on my grandpa's 10 speed bike.
My grandpa took me on my first ride on a motorcycle.
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Sometimes I dream about my grandpa. In my dreams he's wise. He seems to have all the answers, when I all I have are questions. In my dreams he tries to comfort me.
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In my dreams he says, "It's gonna be ok sis."
In real life, my grandpa called his daughters & granddaughters, "sis."
I don't think my grandpa called my grandma "sis."
I think he called her "mother," or "woman."
He also called her by her name, Emily.
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My grandpa had a mug someone bought him it said, "D@m# I'm Good."
I wonder if he believed he was.
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Some of you asked me to show you closer images of my horse drawings from a couple weeks ago.
This is how I used them.
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I looked at photos of my grandpa & drew the cowboy images in the shape of his silhouette.
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I can still hear him call us "sis." I wish he was still here. I wish cancer didn't kill him. I wish I'd known him better. I wish I'd loved him more. I wish I was wise.
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in my underwear.
It's a good thing I was maybe only 4.
I wonder if they are all in heaven having a party.
Maybe my grandpa is singing with the angels.
Maybe he's an angel.
Well at least he doesn't have to go to the store again for Grandma. He sure did get sick of going to the store, over & over again. :)