How did I get here? Makes no difference, I feel like I did when I was young. These boots really feel good, haven't wore boots for years. There's a big good looking roan horse here for me, I just know it. He is a looker. I lead him out and get a hunk of mane in my left hand and my right hand on the horn and step up with no effort, just like when I was young. The leather creaks a little as I move around a little. He's playing with the cricket, he must like it and the romel reins feel just right. I back him up a couple steps, I don't know why, I just do it. He swings off to the right on a good long walk. It feels so good to sit on him. He blows to clear his nose and we are on a trail. His ears are up and acts like he knows where I am going. He spots something on the trail, way down there and raises his head a little, and his ears are riveted ahead and he steps up the pace a little, he wants to see too. My shirt feels good, like a new flannel maybe. I can smell the damp earth and the trees, and the birds are singing everywhere. I am amazed, I can hear again. We get to the spot and there is nothing there, he relaxes a little and flicks an ear back to listen to me. Boy, is he a dandy. There's a nice stretch of trail ahead and I give him a little squeeze and he goes right into a nice lope. We come to a rocky place and I drop back to a trot and we make it across. I look down, and running along side is every dog that I ever had and loved. They look so good and healthy and are enjoying it immensely. It occurs to me that I am dying, and I am enjoying every minute of it. I can smell the horse and recognize each dogs bark. I know there is something wonderful waiting for me, but I am enjoying this so much I am really not in that big of a hurry. We stop on a ridge and behold the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. We start again, and all of a sudden, I feel so sleepy, think I'll find a spot and stop and pet my dogs and take a nap. I'm going to see everyone.
Written Aug. 5, 2009 by Garold Morey
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Garold Morey, 84, of Culver, Oregon, passed away August 23, 2020. He was born August 11, 1936, to parents, Vernon and Ruth Morey in Toppenish, Washington.
He graduated from Toppenish Senior High School in 1954. On September 1, 1956, Garold married Janet, who passed away May 24, 2007.
Garold grew up in Toppenish, and moved to Oregon in 1963, where he spent time in Salem, Aumsville, Madras and Culver. In his early years he worked for Del Monte, then in 1984, he began working for the Department of Agriculture as a brand inspector, at that time he moved to Central Oregon. He retired from that job in 1998.
Garold's interests included hunting, fishing and camping, along with spending time with family and friends.
Garold is survived by daughters, Kelly Kercheski and Kathy Hampton; grandchildren, Daniel (Holly) Kercheski, Stephanie (Mark) Robins, Brittany Hampton Aguila (Gaspar); and one great-granddaughter, Luna Aguila. His wife, Janet preceded him in death.
A celebration of life will be held at a later date. Charitable contributions can be made to Equine Outreach in Bend or the American Cancer Society.