seasons

Yesterday rode in a memorial ride for the 4 cyclists killed in the Twin Cities in the last couple of weeks. Broke off for a couple of hard-riding hours with Raul, met up with Doug and Nate. Connected with the ghostbikeride again at Gold Medal Park. Unite Bike Photo (I'm to the left, near the back). Finished in Blaine with the delivery of the last of 4 ghost bikes. Started with hundreds, finished with a dozen or so. We were met by Dale Aaneson's family, who were deeply grateful and ready to share their grief with us. One of his brothers told me of their childhood on a farm in Magnolia, MN, shared pieces of his memory with me, how they were 6 brothers, how they recently went back to their childhood home and slept in the rooms they grew up in. Tears welling up in my eyes (again).
How to show my gratefulness?
A beautiful, poignant day.
today, mijita almost lost her will to go on