My dad was a horse guy-started riding when he was15 exercising rich folks horses at barns around Winnipeg. Even bought “Shorty” from a barn owner. Dad’s best stories were horse stories. His youngest brother was mentally disabled & they were each other’s heroes. When Dad retired, he combined these two loves into 20 years of volunteering with the riding for the disabled. Tonight his only granddaughter is at a run thru for the fall cohort of young riders, volunteering as a leader. He’d be proud.