Social media is a funny thing in situations like these. For the first few days after Tim’s passing, it was pretty much radio silence through my typical social media channels. There were a lot of calls to make, and I didn’t want anyone in the inner circle to find out through a Facebook post. I’m sure I missed some people, but I tried to keep the news as personal as possible. By day two of telling people, “personal” ended up…
I write this blog for a lot of reasons, admittedly some of them selfish, but I knew posting about Tim’s death would be something I needed to do for myself. I did not expect the sheer amount of condolences, support and love I received from it yesterday. My phone, e-mail and Facebook blew up for hours and hours and hours. I cried a lot over all your comments and well wishes, because part of me is mourning the fact that…
I’ve used the term heart broken before many times. I’ve probably used it on this blog, but I never knew why this phrase entered into the English language until now. There is a physical, dull ache in my heart. It feels like a hole that will never be full again. It feels like I’m being ripped apart at times, and numb to everything at others. It feels that way because my husband is dead. About two weeks ago, I enjoyed…
A better title for this post would be “A Letter to Doodles” and will likely be mushy and probably ridiculously saccharine. If you’re not in the mood for that, might I suggest my take on hunters vs jumpers or something else completely ridiculous. To Doodles, the little Palomino mutt pony that taught me every thing Thank you for teaching me that the best horses for us aren’t always the easiest horses for us to ride. I’ll never forget seeing you…
This is the post I didn’t want to have to write, but knew it was coming so therefore avoided my blog for a few weeks. In case you’re not down with all things equine (you lucky, lucky person you) let me be up front and say that the picture of the hoof shown in this post is not normal. It’s so not normal, that the term diseased is the best way to describe it. To continue the bad news, that’s…