This was the day I introduced Ransom to Brother Horace Bratcher. It was definitely a proud moment to share.
Horace wore a lot of hats in his day, in addition to the Stetson that was always on his crown. He was a soldier in WWII. He was a barber who gave most local kids in Waxahachie their first haircuts. He trained champion cutting horses.
When I introduced him to #rls6 , he said that he “can always spot a champion” and that’s what I had. In his way with words, he reminded me that “you don’t starve a champion.” It was always his way of saying when you have a prize horse on your hands, you take care of them. You feed them the best feed. You help them grow into the champion they are destined to become.
Horace was our champion. He was our good luck token. Our mascot. Our prophet. Our wise sage. He was our friend. And I’m proud that I could also call him brother.
Just as his portrait hangs over our hall at #Waxa80 , so will his memory ever watch over our lives. It’s a constant reminder of another era. Of men who weren’t afraid of a challenge, who were committed to greatness and committed to leading a life of character. He was beyond reproach, and the embodiment of Friendship. Love. & Truth.
We will forever miss you, brother. Your 90+ years on earth weren’t enough.... And Shoutout to Vern in the background, gnawing on that chicken leg, because we sure need that smile today.
Thank you for capturing this memory, 📸: @aaronfuckingbarker - 16 hours ago