Digital Prophet
11th of February 2005 (Fri), 09:11
I wrote this to post at a forum that I run to share my feelings about a very great personal loss. And even though it may seem out of place I have come to enjoy being at the forum a great deal and want to share this with all of you as well.
But I guess the truth is that I just want to tell as many people as I can about my friend in hopes that the more people who know about her, the longer she will live on.
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On January 30th 2005 I lost so much.
I lost my friend. A woman that not only accepted me for who I was, not only encouraged me to be what I am but fully believed in the potential that I didn't even know I had to be what I could become. From the first time that I ever met Deb she made me feel at home. With one look at her warm smile and that mischevious little glint in her eye you just knew that there was a soul of a good person in this woman.
She was generous to a fault. She gave me free run to be wherever I might want to be on her property, to photograph any of her beautiful animals and make myself comfortable as can be in her home. She would cook meals or have us all over for a pot luck type dinner. She gave me the gift of the love her number one and most important horse. She gave me confidence and encouragement.
I lost my teacher. A soul so patient and understanding that there was no one in the world who couldn't learn under her supervision. She taught me so much about horses and business by simply allowing me to be near her and watch her. She shared all of her knowledge readily, she wasn't just a great teacher but a truely endless fountain of information that was both practical and exotic.
Ideas flowed from Deb the way clouds cross the sky. And it was during our seemingly endless string of conversations that last for hourss that I learned so much of things that I had never seeen. She shared her life in the lessons that she taught me over the many hours we spent chatting across her large wooden dinner table under the watchful gaze of all the horse sculptures that lined her kitchen wall. She gave to me the unique experience of being in awe and not wanting to talk for fear I might miss something.
I lost my confidant. All those hours. Hours that she would take away from the important tasks that she had. Hours that she considered her most valuable possession. She used them to talk with me. And we talked about everything. There was nothing that you couldn't tell Deb. No matter was too small. No problem too large. She would listen and look you in the eye and make you feel as if you were the most important thing on the face of the planet. It was a feeling that only Deb could give you.
And she would calm you, sooth you, encourage you, defeat your fears and stoke the fires of ambition. She did it all. There was nothing that Deb would not do for someone she cared for. She was fearless and invincible and when you were with her you felt the same way.
Through Deb I was able to see a world full of opportunity. Through Deb I was able to truely understand that life is too short to be upset. It was through Deb that I learned the beauty that lies in that which we do not know.
I feel that I have lost so much. I tell people that I was proud to have called Deb my friend. But the truth is that I am more proud that Deb called me her friend.
I sit back and as I write this I have tears flowing. And yes it hurts. And it always will. But some say that love always ends. Whether it be here on earth because we fade from one another lives or after this earth becuase one person leaves another behind and fades from this world. But true love will always be worth the pain. If you can look back at the pain the loss brings and say "Yeah, that was worth it and I would do it again" then you loved someone.
I loved my friend, my teacher my confidant. I loved Deb Kay and yes I lost so much that day. But what she gave me makes it all worth it.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass.
Jumpy jumpy Deb.
- Digital Prophet -
But I guess the truth is that I just want to tell as many people as I can about my friend in hopes that the more people who know about her, the longer she will live on.
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On January 30th 2005 I lost so much.
I lost my friend. A woman that not only accepted me for who I was, not only encouraged me to be what I am but fully believed in the potential that I didn't even know I had to be what I could become. From the first time that I ever met Deb she made me feel at home. With one look at her warm smile and that mischevious little glint in her eye you just knew that there was a soul of a good person in this woman.
She was generous to a fault. She gave me free run to be wherever I might want to be on her property, to photograph any of her beautiful animals and make myself comfortable as can be in her home. She would cook meals or have us all over for a pot luck type dinner. She gave me the gift of the love her number one and most important horse. She gave me confidence and encouragement.
I lost my teacher. A soul so patient and understanding that there was no one in the world who couldn't learn under her supervision. She taught me so much about horses and business by simply allowing me to be near her and watch her. She shared all of her knowledge readily, she wasn't just a great teacher but a truely endless fountain of information that was both practical and exotic.
Ideas flowed from Deb the way clouds cross the sky. And it was during our seemingly endless string of conversations that last for hourss that I learned so much of things that I had never seeen. She shared her life in the lessons that she taught me over the many hours we spent chatting across her large wooden dinner table under the watchful gaze of all the horse sculptures that lined her kitchen wall. She gave to me the unique experience of being in awe and not wanting to talk for fear I might miss something.
I lost my confidant. All those hours. Hours that she would take away from the important tasks that she had. Hours that she considered her most valuable possession. She used them to talk with me. And we talked about everything. There was nothing that you couldn't tell Deb. No matter was too small. No problem too large. She would listen and look you in the eye and make you feel as if you were the most important thing on the face of the planet. It was a feeling that only Deb could give you.
And she would calm you, sooth you, encourage you, defeat your fears and stoke the fires of ambition. She did it all. There was nothing that Deb would not do for someone she cared for. She was fearless and invincible and when you were with her you felt the same way.
Through Deb I was able to see a world full of opportunity. Through Deb I was able to truely understand that life is too short to be upset. It was through Deb that I learned the beauty that lies in that which we do not know.
I feel that I have lost so much. I tell people that I was proud to have called Deb my friend. But the truth is that I am more proud that Deb called me her friend.
I sit back and as I write this I have tears flowing. And yes it hurts. And it always will. But some say that love always ends. Whether it be here on earth because we fade from one another lives or after this earth becuase one person leaves another behind and fades from this world. But true love will always be worth the pain. If you can look back at the pain the loss brings and say "Yeah, that was worth it and I would do it again" then you loved someone.
I loved my friend, my teacher my confidant. I loved Deb Kay and yes I lost so much that day. But what she gave me makes it all worth it.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass.
Jumpy jumpy Deb.
- Digital Prophet -