My friend was murdered today. She was the most amazing lady. She, for the most part, had this sense of people. She could tell almost right away who the good eggs were and who the not so good ones were, and how to deal with each accordingly. She ran a business after all, so those amazing people skills were pretty handy.
She was the kind of person where, when she did something with you, you felt like the most special person in the world. She didn’t have any family, so she spent holidays with her close friends from her barn. This past year, I was special enough to spend thanksgiving and part of Christmas day with her. My family instantly fell in love with her. I was nervous that my mom would feel envious of her, since she could be rather mothering towards me, but my mom appreciated it so it was well.
When I was well enough to walk, she would take a look a me, think about how the horses were acting that day, and set me up to graze a horse (under my best friend’s supervision of course). We’d brush the horses and all kinds of fun stuff. Sure, afterwards I’d be insanely sick, but it was much more fun to be sick because of happy pony time than just because I was sick. She would mother hen me the whole time, making sure I was having fun and not pushing myself too hard, as I am infamous for. Usually that drives me crazy, but I don’t think she could do anything to bother me.
As my health declined, she was a stand up pal. She knew oodles about alternative therapies, and offered advice without being pushy in any way. As time progressed, I became more receptive to some of the ideas (acupuncture ouchie!) and she was a font of information about it (since my last stint with it was as a child, and that was quite a while ago). She offered to come and sit at the house with me while I slept, so that my family would feel comfortable at work knowing someone was watching me. She always included me in group outings so that I would always know that I was loved and that I had friends. When my two closest friends and I did our get together thing, I always asked if she could come. They adored her as much as I, so it was never a problem, but I always made a point to ask, and to make sure that she knew that I had asked (since they usually got to see her in person more than I).
And now she’s gone. This wonderful women who could heal any horse of any ailment, be it physical, mental, or both. This woman who would do anything for a friend, customer or employee. Hell, customers and employees were her friends; you couldn’t not be her friend. Come to think about it, I wrote a post a few months ago about a pony slumber party she was holding that I was planning on going to. It fell through, but there were many other fun times. How cool is a person who holds slumber parties at her barn (she lived on the property).
Her barn hand murdered her. He lived on the property also. The bastard stabbed her. That is the only detail I know. She was teaching him a trade. She knew everything and was teaching that ungrateful bastard how to be a farrier. So to you, you heartless, asinine, stupid son of a bitch: I hope you rot in hell. You are a worthless waste of flesh oxygen thief. You took one of the most wonderful people that has ever lived, and took her away from the many people whose lives she touched and made better. No matter what you do in your pathetic, craptacular life, you will never be able to undo the pain you have caused, somehow negate it, and rise above it. I know that prison is too good for you, especially here in Texas. At least I have the piece of mind that you confessed. That should speed things along nicely. Usually, I would have a plethora of choice and unique swears to through at you, but as I come to the end of this I find that I can’t bring them up. Thinking about you hurts too much. However, short of what may happen to him in prison because of his petite size, any dopers who would like to spout explicative towards him please do. You guys can be quite funny and creative and a smile would do now.
