Kandice Weger-Herrera
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A Barn and a Gray Mare
A story should have a beginning, a middle, and ultimately an end. I never wanted our story to end. I knew was coming and dreaded it every day. Now our story ended almost three years ago. I feel as if it is all just a bad dream. I miss her, my best friend. My shelter from the storm, my rock, my sanctuary. Our story began when I was only 14. My dad bought her for my 15th birthday. He never anticipated that a birthday present would save my life. A $2500 horse not specially bred, just a breeding stock paint, a simple Gray 4-year-old mare would end up saving my life. She is just a horse. Just a horse named Sunfish.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Petlife
A Horse Named Fish
My teen years were not good ones but you made them bearable but one memory stands out as the biggest impact on me today. I remember the feel of the cold steel against my soft pallet the taste of metalic and oil cleaner. I remember the tears burning hot down my cheeks, the press of the bark of my favorite tree pressing into my back. What I will never forget, is the warm sun shining on my face, so I open my eyes, and you standing there looking at me before I can pull the trigger and make the worst mistake I would ever have made. I ease the object of my potential demise out from between my lips as I look into your loving eyes. "I can’t do this anymore!" I said to you, to the universe, and I believed it. As I looked into your face, I knew I needed a proper goodbye. "OK, One more ride." I put it up and we rode. I let out every pain, all the anger; you never judge me, you were just there. The feel of your strong muscle as you move underneath me. Running my fingers through your sparse mane as I cry everything into your warm neck until the wracking sobs and screams become silent tears just streaming down my face.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Psyche
Why I Stayed
13 years ago, I fell in love, we fought, we did not see relationships the same way, he liked to go out drinking still. 12 years ago, we married and had our first child, a beautiful goofy little girl when he told me I would be a stay-at-home mom, this meant cooking, cleaning, and taking care of a newborn all by myself while battling lupus which he claimed I either did not actually have or I was exaggerating about how bad it was.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Families
Relentless Search
It has been years since I last saw the sun without the constant dust clouds covering it. If it were not for my own reflection of my eyes, I think I would have forgotten what the color green looked like. I remember these hills of Texas when I was a kid with my mom, rolling green pastures are now bare and dust, burned by the sun and no one keeping them going. I remember my former life as I drink and splash water on my face. They used to be beautiful before the world went to hell. I am glad my mom was gone before we came back here, she would be heartbroken to see the world her beloved hill country has become. “Kady, come on!” Lark’s voice intrudes on my memories. I look up at my best friend. Lark is not very tall, but her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bright blue eyes shining with mischief, but she is fast, and her size will mislead anyone who comes against us. She keeps me going.
By Kandice Weger-Herrera3 years ago in Fiction