You know, one would think in this age of constant connectivity….you wouldn’t find out in a passing conversation that a neighbor had died a month ago. She kept her horse next door since before I can remember. Last November she moved him, for the winter, she said. I didn’t think much of it, though she had never done so before, because she said she was coming back in the spring and last winter had been brutal, I’d fed for her more than once when she couldn’t get up the hill from where she lived. I was looking for her, it being spring; I suppose I can stop looking now.
(or in other words, cancer is a stone cold killer).