My dad was always a lover of horses. Even though he’s gone on to heaven now, I still have his beautiful tooled-leather saddle. When I was a kid and we lived on a farm in Oklahoma, one night a terrible tornado hit close to us. On this same night, my dad’s mare had a baby colt. My dad named his new colt “Twister.”‘
My dad worked on a ranch in Montana when he was young. He would’ve fit so well there–even around the campfire at night. I can picture him playing his harmonica, or getting out his guitar and singing “Home On the Range” and “Get Along, Little Doggies.” He would’ve been in his element, since he always loved nature and sleeping under the stars.