I’ve not really been in the mood for posting over the last 24 hours, other things on my mind you see.
As regular Blogonaughts will recall I lost little brother Greg at Christmas time and a few weeks ago, Mrs Dookes lost one of her closest friends.
Again, the curse of the big C – Cancer struck and like Greg, Theresa was only in her fifties.
Yesterday was Theresa’s funeral.
I’m still crunching the miles here in France, so obviously I wasn’t there, but Mrs Dookes was and on the phone last night she sounded so upset.
Dear lovely Theresa gone. She was one of identical triplets, her eyes could either light up a room or cut plate steel, so intense were they. Theresa, who worked like crazy so she and her husband could retire early. Theresa, who rode horses, ran long distance events and cycled, she was so super fit. In my mind I can see her sitting in our kitchen laughing and smiling
Now taken by that bastard, Cancer.
The thing about motorcycling is that you get time and space to think about things. Yes I know that I also have to concentrate on the road and all the fiends trying to kill motorcyclists as well, but thinking time is available.
So yeah, I’ve been thinking, thinking that the life clock is always ticking, compared to T and G, I’m running ahead of it.
Time to reappraise though, do things whilst we can so that we can look back and say “Done it’” not “I wish that…”
I have a big(ish) birthday later in the year.
I’m making a list in my mind and I’m going to get into and go for gear for it; mostly it involves people and particularly those I hold close to me.
“See my friends,
Layin’ ‘cross the river,”
Catch you soon.