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Geesus Christ ! .. Reading this thread is like watching a bunch of kids ... some are hypocrits ..some are  bullies .. and some are just in it for the drama ... grow up the lot of you ! .. NEVER ever try to judge me on anything ever again .. from what I have seen not one of you is fit to judge another person ... This Thread needs closing ... but no doubt another will soon sprout up with another victim to persue .. some are just not happy unless they are looking down on others ... me ..I'll stick to writing my stories ..Good Luck to you HB you need it handling this lot ...

"well what do you think? , the old place scrubs up well doesn't it" , his words were crisp and clear, " I even found this old pot, be great for stews on a winters night " , He picked up a dark rich copper tin pot and I recognised it instantly. " Your old pops can't have used this in a long time.

"oh god that was my nans! , don't think he has touched that since she passed away" ,  those words bit at me a little as I remembered my sweet nan , Sighing I continued "Where is pops anyway"?

Shane lifted the brow of his hat and raised two fingers as he saluted to the window, I followed his eyes as he looked out ,  pops was down the end of the garden by the lake sat in his chair. He'd let the old cottage gather dust and had not been taking real good care of himself since nan passed away and it was heartbreaking to see , he just looked so lost without her and his eyes had lost the life in them they once held.

"Has he been sat there long ?" I enquired.

"Afraid so, I tried to get him to come in but he insisted he was fine where he was", Shane sounded defeated. 

"Let me go and talk to him" , I smiled at Shane trying to sound optimistic, then opened the old creaky wooden back door and stepped outside.

I Walked across the gravelled path , it was getting chilly outside and it was certainly no place for an 88 yr old man, Pops was 'still' in his chair , the rocking beams unmoving .

Speaking softly so as to not make the old man jump I kept my voice low, almost whispering , " Hey pops  you should really come inside now, its getting cold out here and we wouldn't" .... as I approached pops I noticed his eyes closed and his chest wasn't rising , "Oh god No Please .. I rushed closer ..Pops ..pops !! ..Oh Noo Please Pops wake up !!" .. I began to shake .. pops wasn't responding and his lips were grey.. I Screamed for Shane  ... "Shane ..SHANE ... Oh god no ..please not pops !!"  Pops was clutching something in his hand but still not responding.

Shane came running ..he could see from the sheer panic in my eyes that something had happened .. " NOOO POPS ..PLEASE WAKE UP !! OH GOD NOOOoo" ... Shane gripped me to him tightly ... " Shhhhh baby ..shhhhh ..its ok ", Shane turned me away from pops as we both knew the old man had passed away and the tears began to fall uncontrollably , my sobs buried into Shanes broad chest.

I jumped up and down like an excited teenager as my fingers gripped at the parcel , tearing strip after strip from it revealing the box hidden inside . Taking the box I opened it and pulled out the Sleek black & gold sign .. ... Holding it up in front of me , it was perfect!!

I would call Harry this afternoon and thank him for his gift. This was the last piece , the last thing required before my grand opening and I was excited if even a little tired. It had been hard work , long hours and the paint work and plaster all now ready I couldn't wait to open up shop .

Onyx  stands over looking the lake,  turns his head and nuzzles at me , his soft brown eyes glint with the moonlight .. .. I stroke at his mane and climb from my saddle , " Yeah I know boy , it's beautiful isn't it "? , I have missed this place , missed being away from here but most of all I had  missed my beautiful horse '  Onyx '  it feels like I have been away for yrs it's been so long ... ...I have recently returned and staying with my grandad or Pops as I called him. My Fiance Shane had come back with me to help care for my old Idol. 

I  grew up around these parts but for the last few years I have been away with work and university and on my return there has been so many new developements ... The big 4 acres  Farm house  had just been bought so grandad had informed me and I hoped the new owner a nice gentleman by all accounts would love it the same way as it's previous owner.

I lead Onyx down to the edge of the water and look out over the vast lake, it's illuminated by stars ... it is breathtaking and I take in a huge gulp of night air ... I can smell the scent from the tree's and plants as my senses come alive ... it's so good to be back here ... I spot movement right over the other side of the lake but I can't make out what it is ..its so far away .... Onyx snorts as if he can hear my thoughts then rests his head over my shoulder , I cup my arm around his neck and kiss the side of his face .. it's a comforting scene between a woman and her horse finally reunited ... Who knows .. I may just stick around for a little while longer ... One thing is certain though .. If I leave again , I'll be taking my boy Onyx with me ..

Climbing back into my saddle and with a gentle tug of the reins we turn to leave , Onyx responds to my every soft pull and as the silhouette of a woman on her horse makes its way across the skyline of the hill we begin to gather speed ...

Together for a few moments both myself and horse become weightless , Onyx gallop reminding us both that we are free as he strides through the air all four feet off the ground,  with huge flowing sprints.  The cool breeze shooting through the core of both .  This is just what I needed,  to feel the wind tearing at my soul ..blowing away what felt like years of built up dust that had engulfed me .

My Gypsy Spirit had returned.  I was home .. and this time I had decided to stay , this time I wouldn't run from break ups , this time I wouldn't hide myself in my work load to avoid my feelings .. This time I would live and this time I would hold My head high and do my grandad proud ... I had come too far in my life to allow myself to abandon my inner prowess.