For the first time in 70 years (on its 150th anniversary), our local Grange Fair brought back the rodeo. Of course, we had to go.
You see, I grew up in south Jersey, where our family would gather around the TV to watch Cowtown Rodeo. If we were lucky, one night each summer, we’d get the chance (the privilege) to experience it in person.
Yep. I was that girl in love with horses. But even more than that, horses became a precious bond between me and my dad. He would take me riding, Western style, always alleging that nothing was better than a good Quarter horse.
My heart both filled and broke as I watched the rodeo this past Tuesday. You see, my dad passed away five years ago. This month was his birthday. He would have been 91.
When I came home, I drew this.
The sketch is admittedly rough. But not nearly as rough as missing Dad.
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