Around this time last year, I was preparing a blog post on all the books I had been reading during Covid lockdown that I felt were helping me. Books on managing anxiety, perfectionism, sleep hygiene, etc. I was on a roll and noticed that if I could manage my emotions better, my pain wasn’t so intense. Then it happened. The worst thing you could ever imagine (though honestly your brain won’t let you truly imagine this). Zara died.
On September 21, 2020, my baby went to the barn for a ride with her mom, and she never came back. I’m still having difficulty processing this, nevertheless writing about it. If you google her name or visit www.ZaraBuren.ca, you can learn more about my little girl and the circumstances around her accident, as well as watch the celebration of life memorial we held for her. It’s more important to me that you remember how she lived and how amazing she was, as opposed to the details of her passing.
I felt I needed to acknowledge this in the blog, so now I have. If I can write more later, I will.
Heart broken… Rob