We went to a funeral yesterday, for a man I NEVER thought I would ever have to bury, let alone for the reason we did. Dave was one of the DO anything that needed done type of guys. He was a pickup man, drummer for his brothers band. Head wrangler at Ft Rob, general overall great hand. From what I knew of him, and I thought I knew him pretty well, one of the toughest men I had ever known. I tried my best to emulate his horsemanship. He handled a horse as well as anyone I have ever seen, and could get as much done on a young horse as I could on my old broke one. Anyway, on Sunday, he took his own life. I will never know what led up to it, but I do know I never got to say good bye!
The funeral chapel was packed to the gills. If only he would have reached out to any one of us.