Tracy M
I met Shawn at he Buffalo Corral when his father Terry Parker was in charge. He was such a handsome kid, thick dark wavy hair, dark eyes and the cutest smile. He was 3 years younger than most of our group, but tough and ready to play hard. We would ride all day, swimming the horses, playing tag at Wren Arena, running up the trails to the mountain tops. I remember his old red horse Doc, Shawn perched on his bareback, his legs drugging Doc's fat sides to keep him going. He was such a cowboy. I remember being a rodeo queen and when we handed out ribbons and buckles at rodeos Shawn and his friend Kurt would steal kisses, smiling, charming , little devils. So sorry to see that he has passed on so young. I will always remember the laughing boy, galloping his horse fearlessly as we raced up the trails. Chases the clouds Shawn, peace and love.
Tracy T.
