Emma and I met her the day before yesterday.
She came out to the ranch with a friend of ours.
Her name was Teagan..such a pretty name.
She was small and spunky...
I remember thinking she reminded me of Tinkerbell.
She had spikey short blonde hair tied with a grand ribbon.
She knew alot about horses and just lit up when she talked about them.
She was a well known and successful horse trainer.
She was looking at a colt that belonged to our friend and Emma said "you can buy her! she's for sale!"..
Teagan smiled and said..."I don't need another horse right now..I have cancer".
We spent the rest of the afternoon walking the hill with her and playing w/ the horses...then she gave us hugs and smiles before they left.
Sometime Friday morning she drove her car off of a cliff in Modesto.
The police determined it was not due to a traffic accident.
I feel sick, cold and sad..that the bright spark that was Teagan,
who looked like tinkerbell, won't walk the hill anymore and play with the horses.
You never know what's gripping someone's
heart..beneath the bright smiles..you just never really know...
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