We had a tragedy just a few days ago here at Paradise Ranch. It shook us all pretty bad. As a result the rest of us are left to mourn and regret and cry, but mostly to wonder. Now what?
Some really religious people act like they aren't ![]()
as affected, or maybe just not as sad. Maybe they're not. But none of us, really and truly, in the end, know what's going to happen now. She's dead now, she's gone just like that. We all have different theories on what happpens next, but most of us agree; one setting sun here means a rising sun over the horizon. Nightfall here means sunrise there. Now it's left to us the living, to wonder and to mourn. For some of us that means black clothes, for a few it means drinking yourself into a stupor, for others it means prayers, and for some of the cowboys in the Bunkhouse, it means songs from your Sioux ancestors. Mourning is good. Go on, mourn your loss, grieve. Cry if you need to. It's frightening, it's uncertain, and it was a sore loss.
as affected, or maybe just not as sad. Maybe they're not. But none of us, really and truly, in the end, know what's going to happen now. She's dead now, she's gone just like that. We all have different theories on what happpens next, but most of us agree; one setting sun here means a rising sun over the horizon. Nightfall here means sunrise there. Now it's left to us the living, to wonder and to mourn. For some of us that means black clothes, for a few it means drinking yourself into a stupor, for others it means prayers, and for some of the cowboys in the Bunkhouse, it means songs from your Sioux ancestors. Mourning is good. Go on, mourn your loss, grieve. Cry if you need to. It's frightening, it's uncertain, and it was a sore loss. It's Mourning for us; but it's Morning for them.
We'll see you tomorrow.
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