Cycling Along The Way...

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Silver City, NM, United States
Riders of the wheel. Racers, Roadies, Mountain bikers, Touring cyclists, Commuters, and others. Diamond frames, recumbents, trikes, and more. Sharing a web of connections often misunderstood or unappreciated by those who don't ride. Herewith, my attempt to share some of the more rational thoughts that flit around inside my head while bicycling, knocking back a brew or three, or just thinking about life. Reviews of bicycles, gear, touring, and more, plus some unsolicited posts about people, politics, and philosophy. Other things, too. Me: retired, gave up my TV in 1988, avid cyclist, several cross country tours completed with more to come. Your thoughts?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Mother's Day 2011

It is almost incomprehensible to me that my Mom has been dead for almost 15yrs now.  The time since she died seems to have flown by.  The time between those moments when I think of her, miss her and wish I could talk with her is increasing, however, I will always love her.  And my Dad.  They seem to me to have been pretty good parents and, while we, their children, have certainly gone astray in ways our parents would not have approved of...they still were good parents.  The "going astray" part was our responsibility...me and my siblings... not theirs.

Every Mother's Day or Father's Day, I think of my parents, remember that they have died yet a flood of fond, happy memories come to my mind...and I smile.  I'm happy for that.  Having bad memories of parents must be difficult to deal with, not impossible, just harder...maybe.  These pictures of my Mom that I've posted are ones of her as I remember her.  While I certainly remember her when she was younger, these photos are of her when she and my Dad, while always my parents, had become friends, too.  This shift in our relationship was a good one and I'm happy that it happened before they died. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mom...I will always love you.  If it's possible or real in any way, I do hope to see you again in the future.

My Mom with Charlie at my house in Albuquerque, NM
My Mom in her chair at home