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This is what it looks like outside my house right now. You can’t even see the road. There was a visitation last night for Mike, and another one today before the service, and driving home, I thought, I hope Mike is looking down from heaven and knows how much we loved him that I got on the road today for him. I’m such a panicky winter driver. I was too scared of the worsening road conditions (it’s still snowing) to stay for the service, but we went to the visitation beforehand. It was a truly sad but beautiful thing and I’m so glad we went. They had a book there, with sketches and jokes he liked AND my post about Mike, whole thing, printed out with the pictures and all the comments. Someone even said “WWMD” (what would Mike do) to me, to think of it when I’m riding, referring to a comment made here. I just wanted you all to know that the family did see your comments and that they meant something to them. Thank you.
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your family and his..such a loss and so young. Blessings to all of you. I know a few folks like him, that have a special bond with horses, and their greatest satisfaction is to teach others how to share in that world. Be comforted in knowing how happy he must have been to see the joy in your face, and to know he passed on a little of himself to you.
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