A Sad Day...........

Part 1

 I've been dragging my feet all evening trying to get up the nerve to do this post. There's just no easy way to post bad news and all the stalling in the world isn't going to make this any easier.

Many of you have been wondering about updates on those things I wrote in
A Mare.......A Van...........and Life I guess I have been wondering that myself. With all the things going on around here I just had not found the time nor the nerve to try to track down more information. Not having a number that would take me directly to the source I felt my attempts to get information were intrusive on a family during difficult times.

Sometime this week it dawned on me that my mare had left here needing a couple of things done. Sherri had told me not to worry. She'd take care of those issues when the mare arrived. It was nothing big........ a trim and maybe a check of her teeth since she'd just begun not finishing her grain.

Since I didn't know how long it might be before Sherri was able to tend to such issues again, I decided maybe I could call her vet. I knew she was friends with them and maybe they would know who I might contact to see about getting things done. While I had them on the phone, I asked if they knew anything about Sherri's status.

I can still hear those words rattling around in my head. "Sherri died." Short and so simple, that statement I was not prepared to hear. Sherri Graves died................ in the blink of an eye my breath was sucked away and the world changed.

I hadn't known this woman long. In the short time I did, I had decided I wanted this woman to be my friend. We had so much in common.......our passion, our dedication to the Arabian horse, our dreams for its future, our beliefs on how horses should be treated.

In our conversations, which were hardly brief, we covered so many things important to each of us. I felt I had found a kindred spirit. We talked about building a relationship, a support system of sorts, for our not so trendy thoughts on breeding and improving the gene pool. Our unconventional approach to all things horses.There were so many things we saw the same. It was uncanny, a relationship meant to be.

Now I find myself saying "Goocbye" to a friend I never really got to met. I cannot even explain the devestation I feel. I can only imagine what her family must be feeling.

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