Two Years

It's been two years since I last saw my boy living and breathing.  Granted, it wasn't much left of a life, and I wish our good-bye had been something so much sweeter.  But we were together, where we always ended up.

Moe and I at a schooling show, Hoffman Farms 1995ish

Today I celebrated Moe's memory by spending the evening with his two remaining buddies, Trinity and Fansi.  It's what he would have wanted, for me to be happy with his friends, with the sun warming our skin and the breeze kissing our cheeks.  I even snuck Fansi a few extra treats in his honor, just because he would've been the first one pick-pocketing me for his share.

Wherever you are, Moe, I hope you know how much I'm missing you and that my heart's breaking all over again as I write this.  Peace and love, sweet boy.

Trinity and her new bonnet.  She's thrilled.

Action shot with Trin.

Sunset ride on Fansi.  She is skeptical of the shutter sound on the phone.

Life Keeps Going On. 

Memorial

Even if I close my eyes to the darkness, someone must stand watch.
Even if I shake my head in disapproval, someone must stand watch.
Even as I delight in warmth and comfort, someone must stand watch.
Though they deserve all we have and more, someone must stand watch.

To the men and women who have stepped forward to serve our country, and the families who endure so much to make it possible, thank you.  'Thank you' doesn't seem to be enough to repay you for your service, your bravery, and your sacrifice, but it's all I know to do.  Bless each and every one of you!

Happy Memorial Day.