The Wall

Dust of a homesick heart. More personal stuff, sorry. 

 I drove to the Brooks today, (so many memories there) and when I left I started to cry and I cried the whole hour drive back to the city where we live now. I actually said, out loud, “I miss the person I used be” thinking about when Brooks was the place we shopped for everything, often groceries after dark and a long hard day in the saddle. 

I try not looking back, but it’s hard since the view in front me is blocked by a really big Wall called cancer. 

I am climbing but it worries me what I might actually see from the top of wall. Will the hard climb be worth it? 


My cowboy must have felt it too; he started talking about wanting a mule again. Once a cowboy always a cowboy. 

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2 responses to “The Wall

  1. Don’t be sorry for personal stuff.
    How is your cancer battle going? Are you cancer free yet or do you still need treatment?
    I hope you and your Cowboy get some saddle time this year. It’s good for the soul.

  2. JoAnn Marshall

    Life is short. Get that mule. Move back. God Bless!

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