Hey Gang!!!
Sorry being "missing in action" for so long. Last Wed morning I was going to write a post latter that night about the snow storm and how the snow changes things on the farm. Then at 2:30 while I was in Kris's hay loft getting ready to move hay to her sheds near her pastures I got a ph call from my Mom that would change my life and my Mom's side of the familie's life forever. I have waited over a week and still tonight I don't think I will get this post right. How do I get the message accross of love and hurt without sounding like a old country music song and depress the readers of this blog and still give the story justice???
Bear with me, here I go.
Mom's ph call was that my Cousin Ryan's seven year old son Karter had been killed in a car accident near Delton MI that day. After I got those 90 bales put away, I walked out of the barn, caught the eye of a old mare standig near the fence line, fought back tears and let her nuzzle me for a minuite. Jumped in my old Ford pickup to head home then heard my Mom over a hundred times saying "be carefull" then thought about the terrible news she was delivering to my Grandma in person.
Latter that night I was on my way back to the Critter Barn to feed and while on the road that I had been on earlier that day, I thought about how much life had changed since he last time I was on that same road. Stopped at the Moble for some caffine, saw a little boy in a suburban and instantley thought of Karter. Thursday and Friday are a blur. I don't remember much, except feeling so much hurt for my Aunt, Uncle and cousins.
The funeral was on Sat. I got up that morning like I do every morning to go feed horses. But that day was different and I new it as I passed a newley dry cleaned white dress shirt and sport jacket with med startch on my way out the door to the barn that morning. Once in the barn and I started to feed. the emotions of the week's events and what that day was all about over took me. I cried the whole time I fed that morning. Which was the begining of me fighting back tears every morning for a while
When we walked into the church that afternoon you couldn't hear a thing. Never in my life have I been in a room with so many people and no noise. As our family gathered we just started hugging each other. No words just hugs. Cousins who noramaly would shake hands, where embracing each other. Grown men became Grandma's little boys again. Uncle Randy flew in from New Mexico, Cousnin Jason flew in from NYC and would later tell me he would have walked here if he had to. Our family had gathered that day to share in the pain of a little boy taken way to early from us and to help heal by loveing one another.
The shock and pain for our liove ones from loosing Karter will lessen in do time, but the love that was shared that day. I will never forget, thus never forgeting Karter. Please pray for the family and for those who are in a support roles, like my Mom, Uncle Randy, Grandma and us cousins.
