Friday, September 4, 2020

I thought we'd have more time

It's been a long, hard, hot summer, and I am tired. If you haven't heard from me in a while, that's why. I am just so, so, so tired. Part of me wants to go to bed and sleep until all of this is over. November? December? March? Who knows? Who cares? Just wake me up when it's over.

But life doesn't work like that. 

In today's guest post, Teresa Buzzell honors her friend, Pat, and reminds all of us that time is fleeting. The future is not guaranteed, and all we really have is today. Thank you, Teresa. I know I'm not the only one who needs that reminder today.

I Thought We’d Have More Time

by Teresa Buzzell

Like a lot of people, I met Pat Coulter through my time on the NAMSHA Board of Directors. She came on board in 2009 as a Region Rep, and eventually got out after a term as President. I can't tell you exactly when we move from from friendly acquaintances to actual friend. It just kind of happened. She laughingly posted on Facebook of the time where I butt dialed her while lunging my horse. 
We argued over mountains, at least what was fit to be called a mountain.  
You either liked Pat or hated her - no middle ground. She did not suffer fools gladly, didn’t put up with stupid well, and spoke her mind, regardless of what the reaction might be. Once I got used to it, I appreciated it. You knew where you stood, you knew what you were being told was 100% genuine.

I thought we’d have more time.

Along with another mutual friend (also a BOD member), we had a chat set up in Messenger and would chat daily. It could be about the Board. It could be about cats. Horses. Models. Relatives. Men. OMG BREYER. Hobby personalities. Bad tack, good tack. Food - for people, cats or horses. There was a lot of laughter, joy and tears shared over the years there.

I thought we’d have more time.

Pat always had something to say on any topic equine or plastic equine related. Depending on the venue, she would tailor the bluntness/profanity to the ears listening. Her knowledge was vast and she had no problems sharing it with you. I never did figure out where she got her saddleseat knowledge but I happily picked her brain at NAN several times.

I thought we’d have more time.

I loved to torture Pat with photos I found on Facebook of horse stuff that was just… wrong. Be it weird, unsafe (and weird), expensive and ugly, cheap and ugly… you name it, I sent her all the stuff just to “hear” the reaction (Jennifer knows the pain, I often sent her the same items!). Her favorite reaction was O.o.  That generally meant she was truly horrified. 
I couldn’t even send her the latest thing - she had passed only hours before. She would have definitely given me the O.o. (I couldn’t even send it to Jennifer. I just…could not.)

I thought we’d have more time.

I last talked to Pat on August 20th. I was driving somewhere and thirty minutes was a perfect phone call duration. I’m sure we didn’t talk about anything super important, just stuff and things. That’s what you do with friends - talk about stuff, things and occasionally the super important.

I really thought we’d have more time.


  1. Nailed it, Teresa. Thank you.

    I was one who did not 'like' Pat, so this all applies.

  2. I made it to 7:15 today without crying...