Today was the first time I went out without a specific errand to go to. I didn’t have to be somewhere, I didn’t have to do anything, I just went for a drive with a friend.
He was picking up his brother’s motorcycle (brother had been in an accident at the beginning of last week) and asked me to go along for the ride.
I got there and there’s this Vulcan Classic
This is not the specific bike – the one we picked up was blue and somewhat beat up… but in very good shape considering what happened to it.
And my first thought was “Oh I have to get a picture for Mark – he’d LOVE this bike” and then… dull, thudding pain.
My throat closed up, tears threatened, but gratefully, I was distracted by the mosquitoes.
Tonight, I get to sit, hoping that it will release… Realizing that I will never be able to share things like that with him again.
It was a pretty bike. He would have loved it. We were supposed to buy bikes this summer or next and go on a road trip with the boys…
I miss him so much 😦