One of our friends passed away today. He had been ill for a long time, but his spirit always remained positive. But a few months ago it got too hard to do what he loved: riding his horse, Cheerio, in this lovely country. John was a cowboy at heart though he grew up on the water in Upstate New York and moved here in retirement. He loved the history of this place, and delighted in playing cowboy.
John showed us the horse trails around here, and went with us on many rides. He would deliver cookies at Christmas in his red union suit and cowboy hat, with Cheerio all decked out in bells and ribbons.
John and Lucy were some of the first people to move into this neighborhood, and it was John who welcomed everyone. He would ride up on his horse, introduce himself and offer any help. John and Lucy would throw parties with the whole neighborhood invited, and would enjoy talking with everybody. We will all miss him.
After living in the Pacific Northwest for 30+ years, Dan and I left our high-tech jobs to build our dream house in the country in a climate that is more conducive to an outdoor lifestyle. So here we are in SE Arizona, living the dream that was in the planning for 25 years.
I am writing this blog to keep track of time and our activities, in short to ensure we live with intention as this is the time of our lives.
"If you talk to the animals
They will talk to you
And you will know each other.
If you do not talk to them,
You will not know them.
And what you do not know
You will fear.
What one fears one destroys."
~Chief Dan George~