If I Die Tomorrow

My main focuses in life have been being a horseman, and then a nurse, then a wife, and then a mother. In my 29 years of life these are the things that I have put my heart and soul into.

I admire people that are crafty and mechanical, people who can cook delicious food, people who can paint beautiful pictures, people who can arrange social gatherings. I admire all sorts of gifts that people have. I enjoy watching people do the things that they love.

My point in this? I don’t really know, but I was sitting here in the horse barn surrounded by curry combs and hoof picks, halters and leads strewn about, and five little miniature horse noses prodding me asking for more attention, and I was thinking,
If I died tomorrow, who would I be remembered as?

I think people would remember me most for being a horseman, a nurse, a wife, a mother.

And that makes me smile.

I don’t want to change the world. I don’t want to live in a beautifully decorated house. I don’t want to cook gourmet meals or paint beautiful pictures.

I want to put my heart into being a horseman, a nurse, a wife, and mother.

To me there is no more beautiful a legacy as my own.

Conceited? I don’t mean it to be. I just mean that I’m really happy with who I’ll be remembered as.

So if I die tomorrow, know I died happy. You can always see me in the beauty of the horses I cared for, you can see me in the memories of people that I have nursed, you can see me in the smile on my husband’s face when he talks about me, and you can see it most of all in the beauty that is my three daughters.

If you die tomorrow…..How will you be remembered?

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