Day 1612

When you fall off the horse, you eventually have to get “back in the saddle” again. Being married to a Texan, we both decided it was time…so Gus and I headed back to Mercy for our first Therapy Dog visit since losing Ranger.

On our way down to check in, we were met by other staff and volunteers who knew and loved our big guy…a few tears were shed. Arriving at Volunteer Services to check in, my heart was so moved by the display that awaited. Our Volunteer Coordinator has a huge heart and adores all of the Therapy Dogs. She had created a memorial to the five Goldens that had crossed The Rainbow Bridge in the past two years. Ranger, Lilly, Gunnar, Bentley and Charlotte made this world a better place…sweet souls.

After some hugs and more tears, Gus and I headed out on our rounds, he seemed to have a new air of confidence about him. Watching him work his magic with the people he encountered, I realized that he was now the “OG” (Old Guy). From a recalcitrant puppy to the Leader of the Pack, he wore his new role well.

The other day, I had the joy of being at the apple orchard with my children and dear Asher. Suddenly shocked at the realization that I was the “OG”, I leaned in and asked my son if he saw me as the matriarch. He answered, “Of course…you are our leader.” After a quick hug, we moved on, but not before the gravity of that title sunk in.

Simply being the oldest member of the family does not make one a leader. Looking back at my relatives and ancestors, it takes so much more to be a matriarch or patriarch. Wisdom, devotion, support and guidance were all attributes of my own family heroes. They also loved unconditionally. There are some big shoes to fill, but that unconditional love part comes naturally.

Life moves on.

Horses need to be mounted once again.

New leaders emerge.

We walk forward and hope that the wisdom of our mentors and “family patriarchs/matriarchs” somehow finds its way into our own hearts.