Gavin, here is to your Dad and I am sure he has already found some wonderful horses to ride. Perhaps he has gone riding with T.
Today they are with you. Tomorrow they are gone. In the days that follow somehow life goes on. But tears that fell like rain, when souls were torn apart, in time are gently frozen in the corners of the heart. So quickly goes a week, a month will disappear, and then the tears return, its been another year!