One year ago on Friday the world lost a great man. The holidays are always a little difficult for me as I always find myself thinking about times past where my own dad was around. More recently though I think about the past few years of wonderful memories with my grand father since my family moved out to the west coast.
I have countless letters (yes – old school snail mail) from my grandfather that without fail either started or ended with him asking if I was still riding “those” horses and a line or two about the horses that he grew up with on his family’s farm. I think that as with the rest of my family he always assumed that I would grow out of horses. Sorry Grandpa!
I am not sure that he would have been so generous had he known my plans but my grandfather wrote me a letter and a check for our wedding. A week later that money was being handed over at Ellis Park in exchange for a gangly red headed mare. I will never forget talking to my grandfather on the phone a few months later when he told me that he supposed I used his gift to purchase this new horse of mine. He liked to give me a hard time but kindly said to be careful with a smile in his voice before we transitioned to a different topic.
Have any of your family members helped you (maybe without knowing) get your current horse?