KateT130's Journal

I heard some really bad news today.  A man that was practically my dad while I was growing up.  Definately was my mentor, taught me everything I know about horses, brought me to fairs, moves, taught me how to play the piano.  I spent so much time at his house growing up with my three older brothers and sister and his daughter and son.  We were called the "barn kids".

He's been sick mentally and physically since a very terrible accident on a horse 10 years back.  The last time I saw him he didn't know who I was.  It didn't matter, I hugged him, and told him I loved him no matter what.

He put a gun to his head this morning and killed him self.  I am so heartbroken.  Even though it's been so long since I've talked to him and even though he didn't remember me when I did.  I remember everything about him and how he influenced me while I was growing up. 

I'll never forget my 5th Christmas.  When my dad yelled "Kate, Uncle Ken is bringing your Christmas present...go outside"....so outside I ran in my pjs and snow boots.  And there walking the road was Uncle Ken and a beautiful shetland pony with a huge red bow on her neck.  She was mine...all mine....I'll never forget that memory.  I've always had it, but now I'll cherish it even more.