This article could have been written by myself, it was worded so clearly.  I too was blessed to have him as my weekly instructor for at least 6 years until I graduated and went on to college.  I remember him driving up in his pickup truck, maybe with a camper on the back because he so loved to travel up to Maine to go fishing.  He would always arrive with a smile on his face and say in a booming voice, "Helloooo Kim!  How is the riding doing?"  Always a big smile, wearing his tweed cap looking quite the distinguished equestrian.  Part way through a lesson, he would fire up his pipe, which smelled of autumn leaves in the fall, and puff away as he encouraged me over the most amazing obstacles.  He would never yell and scream like many an instructor I have encountered, but would encourage you straight from the heart.  I always looked forward to seeing him the following week.  

Col. Wilson helped me through several events and Pony Club ratings/rallies.  Fantastic lessons at Frying Pan Park, flying over fences that I wouldn't dream of jumping now.  He also helped find me a young TB mare who turned into quite an eventer for my Novice self. Unfortunately those days came to an end when we go off to college.  I tried to take my horse for a year but it proved to be too difficult.  I lost contact with Col. Wilson and years later sent a note to tell him how things were going.  I unfortunately received a letter back from his wife informing me of his passing due to cancer.  I still have that letter after all these years.  Wishing I was able to tell him in person what he did for me instilling confidence that will never be forgotten.  I still hear his voice as I too enter the dressage arena and try to conquer cross country fences once again now in my 40's married with 3 kids.  I ask my self why do I keep doing this?  It's because you can do it.  "Great job Kim, well done." 

I hope this letter finds it way to his family in Hume, Virginia.  I know he held a special place in our hearts.

Kim Apicella (Andrew)