It's been awhile, seems like a year, but I know it has been more like 3-4 weeks. I am at Shirley's again, and last night I was reunited with Mr. Rocky. Yeah!!!!! He is just what my heart needed. Mom left us on Sunday, (for those of you who didn't hear), to be with my Dad up in heaven. She went peacefully; thankfully our prayers were answered. The day before I had totaled my sister's car (well, actually the man who rear ended me did), and messed up my neck and back. So all in all it has been a tough few weeks. But every time there is sadness, there are little bits of wondrousness (new word? haha). We spent some wonderful time with the family, and pretty much everyone got to tell Mom good by when she was still cognizant of the fact.
So life goes on, and week by week and month by month the tears will cease and the beautiful memories will sustain us. But I have to say that wrapping my arms around Honey Bandit and the gang when I got home, and them coming here and having Rocky run up to me was the best medicine in the world. In the 3+ weeks since I have seen him, he has grown tremendously. He is now "stocky Rocky", and precious beyond words. I am so glad that I didn't have even the slightest worry about being away from him as he was with his other Momma, Shirley. A special thank you to her, and lots of love, for taking care of him. I need to say thank you to Susan, (WWAR) & Tom, as they are bringing us a load of hay, so we will save on the transportation fees and are able to purchase some fresh hay out of Oregon. :)
Honey Bandit is shedding out in a very strange way. I couldn't figure it out until Matt reminded me that those marks coming through were his scars. It is amazing how far he has come, and he is just plain gorgeous. (Of course I can't possibly be prejudiced?) He is getting very dark, and it looks like his scars may show this season. He is truly the best example of what a mustang is. Courage, Faith, Strength, and the Will to Survive against all odds. When I get overwhelmed by pain and frustration, I look out the window and am reminded of what you can do with Faith and the willingness to never quit. He has overcome much, and although he is short on energy, he is so happy and his eyes are kind. There is not a mean bone in his body and he is living the good life with his "band". PTL that he is so strong, and I cannot help but give thanks every day that we are so blessed to share his life and that we have made so many wonderful friends along the way.
I have to say THANK YOU! for all the love, good wishes, warm thoughts and support, not only for my family, but for the horses during this time. I know that no matter how much we realize that death is part of life, and that it is time for someone to move on, it is still simply heartbreaking.
God bless ya'll! and hugs and kisses from Honey Bandit, Chilly Pepper, Rocky and the rest of the gang!