. August 19 my little brother took his team of draft horses to Skowhegan fair to the horse pulling. After the pull that night, he was unloading them from the trailer to put them way for the night when something spooked one of them. Dana's hand must have got caught or tangled in the halter rope and he couldn't let go. The horse dragged him across the yard and stepped on Dana's chest. I was called by my sister, went to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. He was forty-nine years old and left a son and a daughter, both teenagers who adored their father. He was president of the Farmers Draft Horse Mule and Pony Association. He was loved across the state of Maine, Greeted everyone with a smile. In 2003 we lost a son. Since October 2015 I have lost my wife, a daughter-in-law to suicide, my cat, a kidney and, now, my brother. It needs to stop.