We had a horse hit on the highway this morning. They got out at some point over night, still don't know how. This morning a police officer came pulling in to tell us.
I never thought in a million years something like this would happen. It's one of those things you really don't hear about, let alone ever think it would happen to you.
My mom's not handling it well at all. My sister Amber is doing alright...not really though. Dad's trying to keep it together for everyone but when he got back from getting Curly off the road I could tell he's having a hard time as well. I'm trying so hard to stay 'together'. Usually in tough situations I'm the person everyone looks to for stability, to keep it together. When my dad was in his accident a year and a half ago (horrible story, camping with the horses, hit in the face with a stretchy lead rope and had to have plastic surgery) I was the one who stayed behind when he went to the hospital. My mom and sister went with him but we still had 6 horses and a campsite to break down, an hour away from home. I had to 'take charge' of the situation and not break down for everyone. It's not that I try to keep this 'tough girl' image but for some reason people look to me in traumatic situations to be composed and rational.
I'm having a hard time with that today.
Again, don't know why I posted so soon but I had to 'talk' a little bit.
Thanks for reading.