Saying permanent goodbyes are hard. Very hard. Probably the hardest goodbyes I have ever made were when we moved from Hearne, TX to the Texas Hill Country(THC). My first major goodbye was to Turtle*. Let me tell you about Turtle. I had known Turtle ever since I could remember. I was born a year ahead of her, but that never mattered to us. We were almost always together, partially because we lived right next to each other. We were often mistaken for un-identical twins, because we would wear matching shirts. When my family moved to THC, hers moved to Houston. Now I see her just about once every two months. My other great friend lived about ten minutes away from where we lived, and her name is J-dog. I can't remember not knowing her either. We share a lot of the same interests, and I miss not seeing her all the time.
When we moved, people weren't the only things I missed. I also miss my mulberry tree, which was the best climbing tree ever and, in the summer it produced yummy mulberries! We also had a pond behind our house that was fun to swim in.
More recently, I had to say goodbye to a dear family from co-op; Grateful For Grace and co. If you remember, Gypsy is the horse we got in Oct., 2011. Well, she proved to be too much for me and my mom, and my dad is working out of town, so we had made the tough decision to sell her. The first person to come look at her was a girl about 14, who had been riding her whole life. She ended up buying Gypsy... Part of me is glad she's gone, especially to that girl, but the other part of me is going to miss her. I hope God will help you get through sad times, just like He did for me.
* If you have been wondering, my name isn't Mustang and Turtle isn't really her name; I change the names of people to protect their identity.
