It is my father’s birthday (RIP) and it is 9-11, a day to Never Forget, and I never will. Every September 11th since 2005 (the year I got my motorcycle license) I put on my Dad’s watch and shirt, get on the bike and take a ride in his memory. So at the last minute, I got the boots on and rode down to Cooks to take part in the 9-11 Memorial Ride. However, I was late and on my way there, the 9-11 Ride was already on the canyon road coming toward me. It looked beautiful. I did not take any photos or stop and turn around. I felt that the ride I was on was meant to be and I expressed my sympathy solo. I am glad I did. I did the ‘wave’ to everyone as they went by and just kept going, I never stopped at Cooks. Instead, I stayed in the moment, did my own ride, and all was as perfect as it could be on this personal Memorial Ride.
Never Forget.
Happy Birthday, Dad.
Til next time…
September 12, 2017 at 1:16 pm
Your blog is beautiful, and this post touched me. What an awesome way to remember your father.
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September 12, 2017 at 4:12 pm
Oh thank you very much. He was a good guy and he used to love motorcycles but never had one, so it means a lot to me. Thank you♥
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