I didn’t mean to stop blogging for two months. It started as just two weeks during which I was mostly working and not riding, with nothing really to talk about.
Then my dad got sick. I’ve typed and retyped how to talk about this four, five, six times now, but the only thing I can say is that he started running a fever and then everything became a blur and then he was gone. In four weeks my whole world imploded.
I still honestly don’t know what my life is going to look like from now on. Some days it feels the same except for a huge, screaming black hole in the center of it all. Some days it feels like I stepped through the looking glass where everything looks the same but it’s all wrong in a way I can’t describe.
I haven’t been to the barn at all, really. Once or twice, to drop off a check or sort of pat Tristan on the nose. I’ve been keeping up with Etsy orders because I’ve been spending money like water. I may get back to blogging at some point. I’m just trying to keep going right now.
If you’ve followed my house posts, you met my dad. He was the best dad anyone could possibly ask for. I’m going to miss him forever.