Imagine this...

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I could never imagine life without my brother Ricky...

 

 

For as long as I remember; his face, his gusto for life, his pranks, his love for rodeo have identified him as no other male in my family or for that matter not other friend of mine; he has been as solid as they come true to his heritage; to his family and most important to himself...

 

 

I tried to think of a time when Ricky was not the source, the butt, the prankster the one who kept our family in stitches in one way or another. His demeanor has always been of someone from another generation holding on to standards uncommon in our day; at times due to his physical appearance and how much he reminds us of our father; we almost get the "feeling" it is his persona; not Ricky who walks around us to make us aware how much family matters; to hang on to a past long gone when his physical body left this earth. Ricky has always been the favorite of everyone in my family; the one we all gravitate towards when times get a little tough and we need an escape to make every day a little easier...

 

 

When he was a teen-ager, he already was a superb horseman; we all knew it, we knew what his favorite sport was we all recognize his walk coming down the hallway or from the garage or from the corral where he use to train himself after everyone was asleep or barley awake in the early morning hours. Under the moonlight he would spend hours practicing what he thought in need of improvement. We all recognize his spurs jingle, as he ran from one barn to the next taking care of his chores as soon as possible so he could make one more run/round in one of his horses. When he made it back to the house after milking the cow; his walk had a certain sound so that we all knew it was him coming in; we knew when he walked to the cattle guard and make sure the side gates were locked for he had forgotten to shut; all his horses left running out to the open pasture meaning he had to find one and round em all up again or borrow my pickup which he disliked..."Why do we need a pickup truck; when I have my horse" he use to say; Why do you think God made horses instead of vehicles? His perspective on life, his logic, his personal view on many things has always been disarming; at times I simply look at im and shrug my shoulders.

 

 

Now I see him driving in to visit or occasionally he spends a few days with us when Laura is away with her family and I can't help to feel a little pride of my only brother; in the morning especially, I hear him walking to have early coffee with me; I watch him leave to take care of the his place and feel so proud to see the figure of my brother as handsome as ever! But especially smile when I hear his boots/spurs announcing his comings and going's...such is my brother Ricky ♪♪♪♪♪♪...

 

 

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