I shook the powdered creamer over my steaming Styrofoam cup of coffee and smacked a packet of sweetener against my fingers. Pouring it in, I grabbed a napkin and began wiping up a few stray drops off the funeral home’s kitchen counter. It was the morning of October 3, 2012 and my Aunt Pat’s funeral was about to begin. As I tossed the shreds of pink paper into the trash, my mom appeared next to me with a twinkle in her eye.
“Christie, you need to come talk to this couple over here,” she said in a low tone with excitement in her voice. “They are traveling across the country on horseback.”
I stopped mid-wipe and looked up at her gleaming eyes.
“What?” I asked, incredulous. “Are you serious? On horseback?”