Exactly one year ago today, I told Rachel Black, who was sitting on my couch with a glass of Prosecco in hand, that there was no way in hell I was going to a Memphis horse show. If I went, I would undoubtedly walk away with a new horse and I didn’t have the time or money to dedicate to the sport.
Rachel thought I was being dramatic and didn’t understand why I couldn’t “just go watch.” As most know, I just can’t say no to horses and eventually relented. That weekend, I met Sailor.
While I am acutely aware of the anniversary of my father’s death, for whatever reason, I didn’t realize until Rachel texted me that this fell on the same day. I had already been dreading this weekend, but suddenly everything made sense. OF COURSE, my horse anniversary is the same time.
I tell this story often, but after my father passed seven years ago, he kept visiting me in my dreams. He would literally hand reins over to me (blurry horse attached – ha!) and tell me that I needed to be around horse...