every year there is a bike race from Seattle, Washington to Portland, Oregon. That bike races runs through our town and over the the bridge to Oregon. I was driving over that bridge today to grab some things from my mother in laws house . On the way back over i saw the bikers... and i started crying. I think it's one of the first time something completely i didn't expect to make me emotional about Marty's death. (refer here if you don't know the story) I cried all the way through town at every biker i saw. I cried especially hard when i saw a father and son riding a tandem bike...
you see Marty use to take me on bike rides. He loved riding his bike. He use to take frequent bike rides with my mom before he got sick... I would say he enjoyed it as much as he enjoyed flying and airplanes (did you know that my step dad was a pilot? One of the reasons i fell in love with Matt... but I'll tell that story another time)
anyway...
getting a little teary eyed thinking about it again...
also today...
1 comment:
Oh that must be so hard. Grief comes in waves. Sorry for your loss. Thinking and praying for you today
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