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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

A Memorial Ride For My Friend, Bruce Doeren...

"Most people can't bear to sit in church for an hour on Sundays. How are they supposed to live somewhere very similar to it for eternity?" ~ Mark Twain

"Life doesn't cease to be funny when someone dies any more than it ceases to be serious when someone laughs." ~ George Bernard Shaw

Having worked as a counselor with the Burn and Trauma services, as well as in the Emergency Room at several hospitals/trauma centers, I have a pretty twisted sense of humor. My wife, Eileen, says that working 12 years in Burn and Trauma and the ER did not make me a better person. I'll spare you any of my humor except through my quotes in these posts.

Last November 12th, my friend, Bruce Doeren, died suddenly at home. His wife, Eloise, was away on her job as a drug rep. Both Bruce and Eloise are/were nurses. When Eloise arrived home after being away for 3 days, she found Bruce in bed and she thought he was asleep. Turns out he had died, most likely from an aneurysm. He was getting prepared for surgery on several aneurysms he had, but did not make it to surgery.

At his funeral, a few of us spoke of doing a ride in his memory. Bruce was my riding buddy and work colleague at UNM Hospital when we both worked there. So, it seemed fitting to do this. Last weekend, Oct 3rd, a few of us managed to get together to do the ride Bruce and I often did ... up South 14 outside of Albuquerque. Neil, John, me, Eloise, Ryan (his son), Seamus (Neil's son), and a friend of Ryan's, John. As luck would have it, the wind, and weather, were changing up rapidly and, after riding but a few miles up South 14, riders who were coming down alerted us to the fact that it was pouring rain at the top. So, like Bruce and I would do when the weather turned, we headed to Eloise's house and drank some beer instead. Bruce would have approved.

Some photos...
Neil and me. The jerseys we're wearing were designed by Bruce and me for the Albuquerque Century Tour that we coordinated for UNM Hospital...
Neil, Eloise, me, and Ryan (Bruce's son)...
Ryan, John, and John...
John, John, and Eloise...
Eloise, Seamus(Neil's son), Neil, me, and Ryan...
John and Eloise...

Eloise, Ryan, and Bruce's daughter, Miquela, are all persevering. "Doing well" just never seemed the right thing to say because I know that, after my Mom and Dad died, "doing well" never fit how I felt. I just tried to deal with their deaths as best I could and persevered, as Eloise, Ryan, and Miquela are doing. Despite it's unfairness, life does go on whether we like it or not. So, moving on is the order of the day, along with a few emotional breakdowns along the way, eh? I still yell at nobody in particular when I'm out riding and I think of Bruce, feel the anger/hurt of his being dead, and I let the world know how pissed off I am.

While this ride was short, we will do it again. Next year, we'll do it a little later in October, after the Balloon Fiesta in Albuquerque. Fall in New Mexico is beautifull and it's a great time to ride. The thoughts we were all having were about Bruce, which is what was important vs. how far we rode our bikes.

So, a tune to exit with...the Yellow Jackets doing the "Imperial Strut" (http://youtu.be/RepOlMWd510). This was a favorite band of Bruce's. He frequently took me to his "music" room in the basement of his house and put on albums of his favorite jazz bands and made me listen to them, which I liked. I'm a jazz fan, but he expanded my view. You are missed, my friend...