April arrived and with it the first few days of assurance that winter was going to release us. March had been unusually wintery, very cold with lots of snow. For some reason I had been drawn to the barn despite the rotten weather. I needed to be around horses and horse people again. Some of the sadness of Meg’s moving on was retreating. Her name was still on her tack cubby door. I don’t know why Ben and Janet had left it there, but maybe they understood more than I gave them credit for. The love of horses Meg and I shared had helped forge a deep and lasting bond between us.
Andy had gone with Ben and Janet to a spring horse show in Kentucky for the better part of a week. I missed him when he was gone like this, even though it was often just for a long weekend. This time I seemed to feel i
