Horsemen you are grateful you got to meet.*
When I was in college, I worked for a summer at a TB farm. Mostly, it was daily horse care. Sometimes I was in the breeding shed, sometimes helping the riders with their breakers or schooling the gate, you know...everything.
There was a groom who had worked at the farm for years. James had this easy way about him. Everyone liked him, people and horses. Nervous mares calmed down a bit, stupid colts danced a little bit less. When he turned out the stallion, there was slack in the lead.
James was quick with a smile, slow to speak in frustration. He never hurried, but would work circles around all of us. When he brought a tomato sandwich for lunch, he brought a whole tomato, not cutting it until it was time to eat. "Don't want the bread to get soggy," he told someone who tried to tease him.
I didn't know him well enough to do him the justice he deserves. But I think he taught me a lot about the kind of person I want to be. I found out today that he has left this world. I am sad for those who were closest to him, but immensely grateful that I got to meet him at all.
*And I use the term horsemen generically, for any person who is to be admired in how they handle horses.