“How much would you charge us to carry daddy to his grave in your wagon?” the man asked the cowboy. “Nothing. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”
This simple, honest exchange is reason number seven hundred and twenty two gazillion (and counting) of why I love the cowboy so. While he brushed and harnessed I stalked him with my camera (carrying on like some sappy school-girl)
Even on days when I want to choke him out I’m grateful he chose me..(y’all have those days too right?)
A simple man living a simple life.
The cowboy didn’t hesitate at the man’s request. Partly because the man was an old shoeing client, partly because they were close friends in seasons past but mostly because the cowboy respected and admired the man’s daddy’s final request.
To be carried to his ultimate resting place in such a simple, quiet way. A peaceful exit from a life lived well.
The cowboy met the hearse at the end of the road, waited for the procession to pass by then he and the pallbearers loaded the casket into the back of the wagon and made the final journey to the cemetery.
Our prayers are with the family during their season of loss. We trust God to be their comfort and sustainer.
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart,
And saves such as have a contrite spirit.