I have a minute to give to this. My eighty-six year-old father passed away early Tuesday morning. It has been a very difficult time for my mother. I am occupied with all of the items associated with a death in the family and a very emotionally fragile surviving spouse.
The thirty-two year-old horse on the farm decided it was a good time to go as well. We said our goodbyes to him on Thursday.
It was my father's time. Hopefully my mother will learn to live her life without him. I will continue to be absent for awhile.
