We'll meet again. Don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day.
It's been a few years since Dale died (January 9, 2016) and to say my life has changed would be a understatement. He was my husband, partner, friend, and amazing father to our children. People come and go in our lives and on this earth. Losing his was not easy, but he stays with us. I see him everyday in the home and the life we built together, in our children, in our dreams, and in the animals we raised.
So many times I look back through photos and I see his presence. He is the hands that hold the puppies, the legs walking away, the man behind the camera (not usually because he did a terrible job!), the soft touch, the sensible decisions, the tolerant man behind me. He helped enumerable cows to calve, ewes to lamb, nanny's to kid. He helped sows and mares, and bitches to whelp. He brought so much new life into this world. And he gave me two of my own children to continue his legacy.
How does one summarize a life? I don't know. I look forward to the sunny day we meet again.
We miss you, Dale.
