|Me, my Mom, my sister (Yellow cap) and Tootsie the wonder dog.|
My Mom died one month ago today...
It still hurts to type that.
She had battled cancer for almost three years. When they diagnosed her they figured she had 3-9 months. I guess that just goes to show what a tough old broad she was.
It's been hard.
And it's been easy.
Sometimes its easy to get lulled into the day to day and forget for awhile. Then something will remind me or a memory will fly into my brain and my heart gets squeezed again. Even if it's just for a moment.
Your probably wondering what this has to do with cycling and that's a fair point.
That has to do with what hasn't changed.
It's my anchor in a sea of happiness, anger, frustration, sadness and joy.
I did my level best to ride as much as I could without shirking any of my responsibilities.
Sometimes I'd go out thinking that I'd rip peoples legs off only and to go to the front and take one strong pull. Then drift through the group and get spit out the back to ride alone.
Other times it was nice to ride with some people that had no idea what was going on. Talk to people about normal things. Day to day things. Things that were such a welcome distraction at that moment that I wanted to say so...
Things are slowly getting easier.
Then they aren't.
I guess that's just the way it is sometimes...
But I thank God for my wife.
I thank God for my family.
I thank God for my wonderful friends.
And I absolutely thank God for the Bike....
Rubber side down,
PS~ I can't promise that I'll write here real often in the near future. Even though there have been and are a lot of things in the cycling world to talk about. What I can say is that I haven't given up on the blog. I just needed/need a break. Hope you all can get that. Thanks, you guys are swell....