Early to be, early to rise makes a man ... Exploring new horizons pays off; my brother back to his own-self again~

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It was an early morning just before the sun breaks out over the hill when we caught sight of my brother already busy at work moving cattle from one pasture to another. From a distance, the light and early fog settled over the valley below creating an almost magical effect...I paused for quite some time to enjoy the view thinking: Grandpa would've been happy, satisfied and very proud.

 

 

A post for my brother Ricky for whom I have the greatest love and admire tremendously not only for being my brother but for his character as a man of whom my parents would be very proud. I've always said: Ricky was born to be a Texan in the true sense of the word; I have come to realize some people come into this world for a specific reason or purpose...such is my brother Ricky.

 

Once in a while, life throws a monkey wrench into our business to the point of shaking up our confidence in everything; later when we recover, we find we are so much better and so much stronger You are my fire... such is the case of my brother losing one of his closest rodeo teammates; his friend was the heeler of many years in a team almost made in heaven which allowed both to become their best in their favorite sport.

 

Added at Ricky's request: That which doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger. For my brother with my love; respect and admiration; he and my sister make life for my wife and I complete. You are my fire

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