It's great you have such a wonderful mom. I think indie's grave looks fine. Flowers in the spring is a good idea too.
Your heart hurts so bad because you loved so much. That's the price we pay for loving so much.
Try to keep busy and don't think to much. If you read the book of Job, god will restore more than what's lost to those who are faithful. Your young and have a lot of living ahead of you. Be grateful for what you have
I know things are difficult right now but the son will rise in the east tomorrow and with the dawn you'll have another chance to find that which makes you happy.
One day at a time. This will get easier with time. Posted via Mobile Device
Thank you, I appreciate the time I had with Indie even more now.. it makes the memories much more precious. I just can't stop myself from wishing that she had pulled through.
I promised her that I'd be good so that we could reunite some day though, I told her that we'd have to wait a good seventy, eighty years though. Until then, I have her in spirit and she'll always be there for me.
There's a thread about what people want for Christmas.
Had I replied a few days ago, it'd have been:
- A new black half pad
- A halter tag
- Some new breeches
- A new helmet
- An aztec print halter
- A stall toy (one of those boredom buster ones)
- A fancy browband for your bridle
- Some money for new clothes
We're going to go pick up a temporary grave marker for you, Indie. Maybe in the spring, we can get a little bench for in there too so I can sit on something other than a blanket. We're picking up nice water colours too, so I can paint a picture. I don't know how I will get the colour of your coat right, maybe I will paint something else. Maybe a dream catcher. Talk to you soon, Indie. Posted via Mobile Device
This was from yesterday.. I had shoo'd my mom away and she took this picture at one point during the twenty or so minutes I sat there.
We went and prettied up her grave today for a couple hours. As we were driving up to her grave, I just had a wave of sadness come upon me. On our way home, my mom said "it's the perfect place for her" but all I could think of was "her perfect place was here with me".