It’s with a heavy heart I write this. Finding the motivation to write this blog was hard, but I’m ready to do it.
Three short weeks ago, I was in Nashville at the Cattle Industry Convention. I was having a great time with colleagues and friends. I was home two short hours when I answered the phone call we all dread. It was my brother and he didn’t have good news. Mom was headed to the emergency room via ambulance and things weren’t looking good.
My brother is a former member of the local Fire and Rescue department. When he was a senior in high school, there was a devastating house fire that destroyed a lot of our home, however there was no loss of life. My brother thinks highly of his friends on the squad and all they have done for us over the years. It was comforting knowing Mom was in good hands, but there was very little they could do.
Mom was out feeding her horses on a very cold Wednesday evening and she experienced a suddenly cardiac arrest as she was finishing up her feeding routine. She passed away in the barn she loved so much, with her two favorite mares, Crafty and Jill, not far away.
Our family has no history of heart disease and at her and Dad’s physicals last fall her blood pressure and cholesterol were great. Live life to the fullest because you never know when it’s your turn. Mom did exactly that – she loved life, her family and friends and of course all her many animals.
It’s been three weeks since I talked to her last – about a half hour before she went out to chore. I think about her constantly – rewinding our last few conversations and everything we had to visit about.
I talked to her everyday, sometimes two, three or four times a day. She was always wondering what Zane was doing. She loved her grandson so very, very much.
We had so many plans for the spring and summer, horse shows and family gatherings. Mom loved her family and she shared family news where ever she went.
She loved coming out to visit, and she had a great passion for learning as much as she could about the cattle. Since we had Zane, she doted on him and always was bringing him new toys. She wanted to know about the bulls, cows and heifers. She enjoyed naming the bulls because she wasn’t good at remembering freeze brand numbers!
Every summer she supported me at my horse activities. She loved watching me and my friends ride and of course helping with what ever needed done. Mom could talk the ears off all my friends, and other horse show parents. She definitely had the “gift of gab!”
I miss her terribly and I know that it’s something that takes a lot of time to heal. I ache for one more visit with her.
If you are lucky enough to have your Mom, call her and tell her how much you love her. It’s something that sometimes we can take for granted and you never know when God is going to call them home and take that chance away.
I’m going to share some of my favorite pictures of Mom. She loved pictures and sharing them with family and friends and even random people she met in line at the grocery store!