The Funeral That No One Would Ever Forget
It was a gray afternoon in early spring — the kind of day when the air itself feels heavy with grief.
Mourners gathered around the small countryside church, their umbrellas trembling in the wind, their faces hidden beneath veils of rain. They had come to say goodbye to Thomas Hale, a man known throughout the region not for his wealth or fame, but for his kindness and the quiet dignity with which he lived his life.
Thomas had spent most of his sixty years on his farm — tending his land, raising horses, and helping neighbors whenever they needed him. But among all his companions, there was one he held closest to his heart: Storm, a magnificent white stallion he had raised from a frightened foal into a proud, loyal friend.
