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warmed by Windchill

Tennessee Walking Horses

Not affiliated with Kathi (Davis) Tucker (or  Kathryn Davis, Kathi Bond, Kathrina L Davis, Kathryn Davis Yoffe, Kathryn D Josh) or any other farms

Welcome to Raindance Horses

Home to Tennessee Walking Horses,  and the memory and spirits of a little Walkaloosa colt named Windchill,  his half-sister Isabelle and my first 'equine love' - Rain (registered name: A Dance in the Rain)

 


     
     


Raindance Pictures, Blog and Links

Friends We Remember (memorial page)

Raindance Farms/Jeffrey L. Tucker's official blog site
(the entire blog archive has been moved to this new site
NOW NEW AND IMPROVED WITH PHOTO GALLERIES - WOOHOO)

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Jeffrey L Tucker
(updated regularly via iphone - woohoo!)  


 

February 28, 2013:

Hi friends,

This is way late in coming. We just finished a Windchill Legacy board meeting. It’s 7pm on the anniversary of Windchill’s passing. As many of you will recall he passed away on February 29, 2008 – he found a way to make that day his own, just as he took a word that defines cold, wind chill,  and made it a warm place in all of our hearts.  Tonight his quiet resolve, determination, and that playful sometimes mischievous and always loving spirit he had will be remembered by people across this land. I haven’t had the time I would’ve liked to post and remember his memory. I think he’d understand. I’ve been busy working with the publisher of his upcoming book. We had all hoped to have a book cover design ready to show you, unfortunately everything is still being tweaked. The manuscript is in the design and layout stage, the pictures have all been chosen, quotes from reviewers have been selected and the narrative for the front and back cover are finished – lots of moving pieces to this book process! In the end hopefully this book will honor his memory, tell his story, and move people to want to end abuse and neglect in all its forms. One person at a time we can end the cycle and we can all make a difference. I learned that from a little 9 month old colt who touched the world and gave us all a little bit of hope back. Rest in peace little man. And know that we still believe.

 

Love,

 

Jeff Tucker

Windchill’s dad

February 1, 2013:   Wow, I looked at the last time I posted and it was like 5 months ago! What happened to our coffee time together, huh? We're still having it. The view from the new place is spectacular, overlooking rolling hills with lots of oaks and maple trees. Later this weekend I'll see if I can't get some photos up on the blogsite, otherwise they'll go up when I get around to it. More difficult now, I have limited internet out there in the north woods! We keep a pot of coffee going, particularly in this 20 below weather so if you're wanting to enjoy a mug of steaming coffee and some good conversation - let me know. The woodstove keeps the log home nice and warm and the company is warm and friendly. Here's to a GREAT 2013 and hopefully I'll remember to get back over here and post more updates for you my friends.

This is also the 5th anniversary month of our little guy's passing. Windchill died February 29, 2008. Even today his memory touches the heart of so many. More news of his upcoming book will be announced in the not too distant future. We hope that you'll join us in lighting a candle in his memory on February 28th.

 ~Jeff

Windchill's Candlelight Vigil Memories Page
(with the internet issues I had at the place that I live, Eileen W volunteered to post the pictures as they came in on Windchill's FaceBook page as well as the Windchill forum site - thanks Eilene!)

February 27, 2012: February 29th will mark 4 years since Windchill’s last day among us. I know people will be lighting candles in his memory all over the country and we’ll all remember the little guy’s resolve, his gentle spirit, his quiet (and sometimes not so quiet!) faith in all of us and the friends he made all over the country and in fact, the world. I’ve had the honor of being around a lot of animals of different types over the years – lots and lots of horses in the past couple. Some have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge and I can’t wait to see them again. Each leaves an indelible mark on our soul – even the small ones, like the kittens I’d come to love and have lost. Crash I still miss your little ‘tude, so laid back, you always made me laugh. If I needed to find you I just looked for Halo and there you were.

Windchill really changed things. He changed me. I remember the day-to-day crap from prior to meeting him, and how different things are after being near his soul. Who would’ve guessed so much spirit could be placed inside a frail, 9 month old body. So much personality, so much faith, so much forgiveness. We can all learn from that can’t we. Love, laugh, whinny a friendly hello or reminder that you want your hay NOW, and don’t let your circumstances drag you down. And that there’s friends waiting to be met, you just have to open the door to your heart and let them in.

The world became a smaller place – and a brighter one. While Windchill was re-learning how to stand, we were re-learning to believe, and re-learning what it was like to be young again. Remember when you were little – all those ‘strangers’ on the playground were just friends waiting to be met, new names to add to your friendship listing. Strangers far and wide were drawn to a little 9 month old’s colt struggle and he was never alone again. Neither were any of us.

Windchill slipped quietly into the beyond February 29th, 2008, as surprised as we were. I remember the night today as clear as the night it happened. Stepping out into the clear, cold night for his last check of the night and that feeling that something wasn’t right. Walker slipped out of the garage, confirming the feeling. Walker was with Windchill all the time. Racing to the barn, opening the door and no whinny. There was always a whinny when we walked through that door. And knowing. Knowing before I opened that stall door. Burying my face in his neck, still warm. How peaceful he was. No struggles. Still under his blankets, head resting on the towels. Wondering whether to tell Kathi then or let her sleep. Walking slowly back to the house, waking her up to tell her Windchill was “gone.” Her bolting upright, asking where…the death threats, etc. had become part of our reality, so her first assumption was he had been taken…explaining he had passed away. Watching as the scene I had just lived was re-lived – her throwing the door open, calling to him. Checking him. Then holding him. She confirmed he hadn’t suffered. Needing to know the same thing…was he under stress in his final moments, did he suffer and finding some peace in how he drifted off never to wake up.

Neither of us slept that night. I spent my night researching everything I could find on neglect, starvation, abuse looking for a reason, something we’d missed, something we could’ve done to change the outcome. She spent her night knowing we hadn’t. At 4:30am I’d come to the same point. By 5am I wrote the announcement to the world that would never be printed. It was too filled with anguish. Kathi re-wrote it by 7am. An hour or so later the world would share the pain and join the hell that had been ours for the previous night. I would have to relive the same feelings as visitor after visitor arrived that morning to see the little guy, not having seen the blog post from that morning. The same disbelief. The same look of shock. Then the tears. By mid-day I was numb, exhausted, drained, lost.

4 years later and I can feel all of that like it was this morning. 4 years later and it was just last night wasn’t it? That’s why I hadnt’t read the blogs in detail until I started your book last year. I haven’t looked at the pictures in the photo directory on my computer from February though March, 2008 until I posted my archive online not long ago. Pictures never seen finally shown the light of day again.

I’ve finished the book finally, Windchill. It will tell the world your story and what’s happened since that time — the magic continues, your spirit lives on in the re-telling by volunteers who remember to people eager to learn. Kids, adults, senior citizens… Your torch and memory were carried on the shoulders of a little horse appropriately named Magic to literally thousands of people each year and will be again. There’s been good, and there’s been bad since you were last here with your head on our knee in a stall on a bed of straw, pushing yourself in circles around your stall driving us crazy as we restored order to the chaos you created in there. Laughing at the brightness in your eyes. Today we laugh, and sometimes cry, in your memory. Even more love you now than even then, amazing huh? God bless a little 9 month old colt who taught us to believe again in humanity. Thank you Windchill, from the bottom of all our hearts. We miss you.

Love,

Dad
(Jeff Tucker, Raindance Farms & Horses, LLC)

January 4, 2012: FYI friends - I've moved Raindance to a new location in Carlton, Minnesota. Thanks everyone!

 

 

November 10, 2010: I went to Gander Mountain today, Jord.  Our birthday tradition. I took the same path we always ended up taking. I looked at rifles. No, I still haven't bought a 30/30 yet. Always figured we'd do that together on a someday that never came. I looked at those trail cameras you liked. They're the same price. We shudda just bought you one. I never gave you a budget. It never occurred to me that wouldve helped you look for stuff. I was just happy to be there with you. I learned from you. Today I turned my cell phone off. Just like you did. I was in the moment. Like you were. I looked at all those fishing lures, like we always did. But this time I couldn't hear your voice. Even the echoes have faded. I tried so hard to remember what you told me about what they all did. I tried to hear your voice. But it's gone. I walked the same aisles, searching for you...desperately listening. I looked for you in the parking lost - the last place I saw you alive.  I remember you trying to choose between that deer shirt and the bass one and telling you to get both. I remember telling you that you should get a job at Gander Mountain as we stood in line and laughing when you said you'd work for store credit. You said you'd look for a job after hunting season and I agreed it was better to wait. I found the fishing lure you were so excited we bought you. They've moved them and I still found it. Just like I found it next to your bed after you died. The same one that's on top of your ashes on my shelf. There was just as many people here this year but the store was so much emptier without your voice explaining to me what all this stuff is. I don't know if I'll come back here next year now that you're not here. I didn't realize the echoes would fade too. I'll still remember each and every birthday Jordan. I just don't think it will be here.

Jordan Tucker

 


My blog is located at: 
Raindance Farms & Jeffrey L. Tucker's official blog site


candle burning for Windchill

Jordan Lee Tucker

 

Jordan Lee Tucker
(click on name to go to his page)
November 10, 1990 - November 15, 2008

 


WindChill
May 28, 2007 - February 29, 2008

Windchill's Goodbye Message To Us

Windchill BBQ Videos
(BBQ pictures are posted on the blog site:
2009 BBQ Photos)

Windchill Links:
Windchill's Story
The WindChill Legacy site
Sign Windchill's Guest Book
See Windchill's Original Guest Book & Memorials

Windchill's letter to all the children who wrote him

CANDLELIGHT VIGIL PICTURES
Windchill's Photo Gallery

To our many good friends - the members of our Windchill family - thank you. Thank you for your support, your prayers, your thoughts and the donations that made his non-profit Legacy possible. Together we've done amazing things. Together we've reached out because we all know...

…”Maybe somewhere deep in each being’s heart and soul is a belief that it can be loved and that’s what WindChill holds on to…” (Jeff Tucker)

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