12/21/2021
I don’t normally post emotional/uplifting/stuff here but…
I’ve recently experienced a series of events in my life that make me think about the last times I’ve ever done things. There’s lots of last times you’ll ever do things. Some are little, some are bigger. The last time you visited a place or saw a person, shared an experience with some one you love or care about. Sometimes it’s the last time you’ll ever see that being ever or alive. Sometimes we know, sometimes we don’t know. Sometimes the not knowing is easier. The last time I rode Cole, the last time I rode Matty pony, the last time I jumped Finn or hunted him. The best for me would be was the last time I saw my Dad before he passed, I knew he was dying but did not how close it was that last day we had on earth together. We loved and enjoyed each other without knowing how quickly things were progressing and how close the end was.
I came across this picture and I feel like it fits this post. This photo is of my huntsman on his horse Red while we were out hunting on Red’s last day. We had no idea that this horse only had less than an hour left on this earth before he would collapse and die from an aortic rupture. We galloped in the sun, felt the wind on our faces, smiled, laughed and enjoyed life. Then at the next check, Red just collapsed out of the blue, nothing could be done. Hardest thing I have ever experienced as a horsewoman.
Anyway I feel like it’s the same old cheesy advice, “Live each day as it is your last because it just might be.” But really it’s true. Just be nice to each other, be honest, support someone if they need it and just try to treat people the way you would want to be treated. Remember, it could be a last that you don’t know is a last.
