Momtojandj Posted July 23, 2015 Share Posted July 23, 2015 Tonight I was driving somewhere and in front of me was a man riding his motorcycle. I wasn't upset, or felt sick (for those who remember hubby died on his motorcycle) . I was transfixed, I could see his reflection in his rear view mirror. A goat tee , just like John . I watched as he rode, wind blowing thru his shirt . I didn't ride offen with hubby, was scared of them . But all I could do is remember John, how much he loved to escape on his , felt free . I so wanted to jump on this back with this random guy, bury my head in his back , feel the wind , feel free and escape. The first night I met John, he took me for a ride on his motorcycle. (Different one ). Such a bittersweet memory for me . I almost want to ask someone to take me for a ride , just once, to feel that freedom again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beyondlife Posted July 24, 2015 Share Posted July 24, 2015 I miss it too. Have gone 2-3 times with a friend of his but just not the same. He didn't die on his bike but selling it was one of the hardest things I did. Spring is so hard when they all come out of storage and you hear and see them everywhere. Hugs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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