Chris giving Wes a "Horsey Ride"
UP HORSEY, UP!
A poem I saw somewhere had the lines "It's memory's lovely garden that soothes the hurting heart." I guess it's true - two years after my brother's death I smile more at the memories and thoughts of him than not.
In some respects it is hard to believe it has been two years without him. And in others it seems like a lifetime.
Cross-posted at Summer's Daydreams
