My dad had horses, but he was killed in a car accident, coming home from Flandreau.
Lots of times, he went there in the winter time. Coming home, one time, alone, he had an accident and his car went off the road. He was found dead.
I didn't see him at the funeral, and I used to think, "What if he didn't really die? What if he came back some day?"
Photo from Mary's photo album
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