I watch my boys herd our cows down the road on their ponies and think how much you'll love the pictures and videos-then I remember I can't show them to you.
I want to ask you about how the fall gather went on the ranch and if you've heard from your old boss lately-
I want to tell you how much we've been blessed this year, how well selling our calves went, that my shag dog had puppies yet again, and do you want one this time?
I want you to see how fast Montie is growing and what awesome little cowboys my boys are turning into.
These thoughts come unbidden and automatically. So naturally, because you were so ingrained into my life and my subconscious. And every time it hits me that you're gone, it's like I'm hearing it for the first time all over again.
You were the best friend I ever had.