Today we laid my grandpa to rest and I was nothing but a huge bundle of tears.
But afterwards as we all gathered at the Barn to eat and remember, it was a soothing balm to my soul. To know that so many people loved and cared for him helped make this tragedy easier. To have friends to laugh with and tell stories of horses with their ears sticking out and the "Indian Dance" made tears of sorrow turn to tears of laughter.
Maybe now that the dust has cleared we can try to recover fully.
Maybe now we can figure out how to live our lives without him.
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