I went with my sister so that she would have moral support while she got a tattoo. This isn't just a mid life crisis. This is special.
She and her son had an inside joke. He heard the song The Rose one night online and had never heard it before. It is such a chick song and so mushy that he was embarrassed that he liked it.
But then she would hear him singing to it and they would sing to it together.
So this rose is for Michael. We miss him so much.
On another emotionally trying note...I had to give away my horse today.
Sometimes you have (or your horse has) worn out their welcome and you don't even know it. Then it slaps you in the face. After 5 years of feeding animals for the owner of the barn where Sweetheart was, they suddenly began to treat me as if I were a criminal or bad person. So I made a call and gave her to my grandboys other grandfather. He is a good horse man and he will train her so the boys can ride her.
Although I know I will get to see her, to be treated this way after so long, by people who should know me was very traumatizing. He threw out the fact that he could be charging $350 per month for her to stay there but wasn't.
And so I am horse-less