Here I am with a horse in each hand and covered with horse hair....some parts of the day were pretty sweet.
Eric and I took a trip to the sugar bush on Sunday afternoon. Some of the trees were dripping a lot. Sort of how I was feeling inside being there without my Dad. I'm glad that I went, but I don't think I'll be going back. It was too hard. The heart of the place simply isn't there anymore.
And I learned a little something from going back there....that some memories need to be kept just the way they were, without putting any new stuff on top of them. Amen.