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I've always shared my Pony extras with my mom. She's been ill and bedridden for years, so she really enjoyed brushing and styling their hair. I mean, she was bats for horses and ponies her whole life and she's decidedly where my love of all thing equine and four footed originated. When she recently had to move from my house to the nursing home due to her deteriorating health, she took a select few which quickly grew in number because I just kept bringing her more. People loved her shelf full of brightly coloured Ponies and when the grandkids came, they'd haul them down and play with them.
I always joked with her I could be generous, because in the end I'd get 'em all back when she died. I know that sounds morbid, but we have a weird sense of humour in this family. In any case, she loved the joke and continued it.
But the day came. And the Ponies became mine again.
My mom (as some of you already know and have been so kind about) passed away January 1st. January 2 I took the Ponies off their shelf to start their new lives with me. It was the hardest thing, they were all smiling and happy. But rather than stuff them in a box and take them home, I sorted some into three piles to be sent home to some of my little nieces, and one more pile for my niece Lany. I hope to give them to her in person. I know she will cherish them. A part of me wanted to be greedy and take them all home, but I can't spread the Pony Virus if I don't get the germs out into the public. I know mom would want them to be played with and loved. I don't know if I can play with the ones I kept right now, because to be honest, they make me sad. But later, I will be giving them their own little area and I'll play with them often. I think mom would like that.
I always joked with her I could be generous, because in the end I'd get 'em all back when she died. I know that sounds morbid, but we have a weird sense of humour in this family. In any case, she loved the joke and continued it.
But the day came. And the Ponies became mine again.
My mom (as some of you already know and have been so kind about) passed away January 1st. January 2 I took the Ponies off their shelf to start their new lives with me. It was the hardest thing, they were all smiling and happy. But rather than stuff them in a box and take them home, I sorted some into three piles to be sent home to some of my little nieces, and one more pile for my niece Lany. I hope to give them to her in person. I know she will cherish them. A part of me wanted to be greedy and take them all home, but I can't spread the Pony Virus if I don't get the germs out into the public. I know mom would want them to be played with and loved. I don't know if I can play with the ones I kept right now, because to be honest, they make me sad. But later, I will be giving them their own little area and I'll play with them often. I think mom would like that.