Tasunka

We had planned to take care of Tasunka's body--send him home properly, but first I needed to go exercise since I hadn't done it for a few days. While I was on my way, Matt called to see how I was doing since I was so upset. We talked for a while and then instead of one of our usual parting statements, Matt said. " I love you. Be good." Be good? Why in the world would he say that? It's not like I would go "postal" at Curves! He said he didn't know why he said it. Well I know. It was one of God's tender mercies.

My dad, who has been gone for over thirty years, was a cowboy. He loved his horses and I'm sure was heartbroken a time or two when his horse died. Anyway, when I would leave my parent's home, his standard farewell was, be good. Even when I was an adult he would say, be good. I know that this was God's way of letting me know that my dad was aware of my pain and wanted to comfort me.