It’s funny how time passes and some things fade from our memories, but others still remain sharp and clear. Two years ago today I lost my very best friend… and I remember that day like it was yesterday. I can still clearly hear the phone call, and feel my legs give way beneath me.
I remember seeing the peaceful look on his face, and cutting pieces of his mane and tail. I remember all the people who helped me that day, and every day since, to not just cope with the loss, but to maintain his legacy.
I remember my mom driving 2 and 1/2 hours south at 4 a.m. I remember Sam skipping school for three days straight. I remember my barn manager calling the cremation service. I remember my farrier coming out to take off Vias’s shoes for me.
It’s been 730 days since I’ve last seen his face, brushed his wild forlock or picked out his feet. I’d be lying if I said that the pain has subsided; I’d be lying if I said there weren’t still days I cried for him. And I’d definitely be lying if I told you I didn’t miss him. I’d trade anything in this world for just one more ride with Visa. Anything.
But I keep on keeping on, because that’s what Visa did. So that’s what I’ll do. And every April 17th until the day I die, I will spend at the barn. I won’t work, I won’t worry, I won’t care. All I’ll do is enjoy my time around horses; That’s Visa’s legacy, my love and passion for horses. And this April 17th I’ll spend with my horse, for the first time since Visa passed. Because my heart has expanded to include another hoofprint, and I know Visa would be proud of me for that.
Go home and hug your horse, and feed him an Oreo (Visa’s favorite), or whatever his favorite treat is. Because in this world, you never know if that day will be your last chance to do so.
|THE MASTERCARD // “Visa”
Jan. 31, 1993 – April 17, 2012