Grief is a Weird Thing...
Grief is a weird thing. One minute you’re getting ready for bed and the next you’re taking a drink out of your water bottle you keep in the bathroom when the smell of leather smacks your nostrils. You’re instantly transported back into your grandparents’ living room as a young girl. Saddles sitting on saddle racks, bridles laying on top of their bags, the smell of leather soap filling the air and the sound of the oldies radio station adorning the speakers. Your grandpa is sitting to the right of you, silver brush in one hand, silver polish in the other. “A little more elbow grease, bird legs.” As you scrub in a circular motion all of the silver pieces adorning your prized show saddle. “That’s it! Just like that!” Grief is a weird thing. You realize it's been 7 years since your grandpa passed away and you never really grieved him because just 6 months prior, your husband passed away. So the random smell of leather or the random Buckskin Association coffee mug you ...