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Friday, September 28, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The families meet....
Marc's mom and step-father (Esther and Bill) came to town for the weekend to meet the horses and more importantly, to meet my family. We had a great time - this is the first relationship I have EVER been in where the families meet and it went so well. Esther gave my mom a lovely scarf and we went out to dinner last night and to my sister Maddie's birthday party today. I had a nice weekend mostly away from the barn but I missed my new pony. Back to lessons and training this week and looking forward to pumpkin picking - my birthday is on the way!
Friday, September 14, 2007
More pics of Luke
Well, here are a couple more pictures of Luke and me. He is an un-started, 6-y/o, 3/4 thoroughbred who I purchased from a dressage trainer in Bucyrus. I am already crazy about him - he has such a great personality! Putting the saddle on today, so we'll see how it goes.
In other news, Spike is doing great and I actually think I am going to be able to sell him - yes, SELL him! After consulting with our vet and working him the past three days, we think he will be perfect for a light youth or adult intermediate to advanced rider. We are going to have some additional tests done on him just to be sure, but he looks pretty good!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Pictures from the show today...
Somebody better buy this horse...she is such a good girl. Only a couple of months off the track and competing in over-fences classes. She got second in one of them and first in the other.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
okay, okay, just a couple more photos and then back to horses, I promise!
These are pictures of two of my Aunt Kate's closest friends with me and my mom and her husband, Jerry. My aunt Kate died in a car accident when she was twenty-nine and I got to hear wonderful stories about her all day today. They all said I am a perfect combination between Kate, my mom, and my biological father, who was also a friend of theirs...
Oh yes, and one of the photographer and his girlfriend. Thank you Marc.
And one more of my brothers and sisters and me. They are most certainly the coolest people on the planet.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
funeral speech
I was the speaker at the mass for my grandpa's funeral....this is what I said:
To my grandpa:
I spent a great deal of time with my grandpa in the last years of his life, and I wanted to share just two things that I believe that he would think were important.
First, He would want everyone to know how much he truly loved my grandma. His wife, constant companion and friend, she was his reason for being. I was often the guest at my grandma’s for Sunday dinner. As she presented dish after dish of her amazing food, Grandpa would say to her, “Sit down, Mom.” And then he would tell me a story about her. About how she laughed at his jokes when they first met; about how every meal she served was better than the last; about her intelligence and thoughtfulness. And even though my grandma would be fussing over something on the other end of the kitchen, she heard him as he talked about how much and why he loved her. And he said these things to me because he knew she was listening and he wanted her to know how grateful he was to be sharing every day with the love of his life of sixty-two years.
Second, I will always cherish the memories of these last days I got to spend with my grandpa, when like so many times before, I felt like the most special, treasured person in the world. I know that my grandpa made all of his family members, friends, students, and colleagues feel this way. When you were in front of my grandpa, whether it was as his patient as he sat next to your bed, sitting across from him at the kitchen table, or even as a waitress serving him lunch, you mattered. My grandpa cared. He cared about the health and happiness of every single one of us, and to many others who could not be here today. He was so proud of all of us.
My dearest grandpa. I will never read the New York Times, or a dictionary, or a book of any kind without missing you terribly. You taught me to stand up for myself, to take the time to learn people’s names (first and last), that a dog really can be your best friend. You taught me that a life is never really over as long as you keep learning something new every day. You never knew how much your love, support, and praise meant to me and how much you will be missed by all of us.
To my grandpa:
I spent a great deal of time with my grandpa in the last years of his life, and I wanted to share just two things that I believe that he would think were important.
First, He would want everyone to know how much he truly loved my grandma. His wife, constant companion and friend, she was his reason for being. I was often the guest at my grandma’s for Sunday dinner. As she presented dish after dish of her amazing food, Grandpa would say to her, “Sit down, Mom.” And then he would tell me a story about her. About how she laughed at his jokes when they first met; about how every meal she served was better than the last; about her intelligence and thoughtfulness. And even though my grandma would be fussing over something on the other end of the kitchen, she heard him as he talked about how much and why he loved her. And he said these things to me because he knew she was listening and he wanted her to know how grateful he was to be sharing every day with the love of his life of sixty-two years.
Second, I will always cherish the memories of these last days I got to spend with my grandpa, when like so many times before, I felt like the most special, treasured person in the world. I know that my grandpa made all of his family members, friends, students, and colleagues feel this way. When you were in front of my grandpa, whether it was as his patient as he sat next to your bed, sitting across from him at the kitchen table, or even as a waitress serving him lunch, you mattered. My grandpa cared. He cared about the health and happiness of every single one of us, and to many others who could not be here today. He was so proud of all of us.
My dearest grandpa. I will never read the New York Times, or a dictionary, or a book of any kind without missing you terribly. You taught me to stand up for myself, to take the time to learn people’s names (first and last), that a dog really can be your best friend. You taught me that a life is never really over as long as you keep learning something new every day. You never knew how much your love, support, and praise meant to me and how much you will be missed by all of us.
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