Please excuse the venting. I just need to write something. My youngest brother passed away in his sleep Sunday night. He was 46 and as far as we knew, healthy. To make matters worse, he was living in Ireland for a time, for his company. Now my poor sister-in-law has to deal with that all by herself. So all I can do is sit here and wait for the body to be flown back later this week. This is my second brother to die in their sleep in two years. Both younger than me. I am having a very hard time with this and pretty much feel like I was sucker punched in the gut. I just can't understand it.
So today I took my bike down to the Blackstone River Trail and rode to the end, turned around and rode back, turned around and rode down again, turned around and rode back, and again, and again. I just rode until I was exhausted trying to relieve the awfulness. That path is 7 miles long and I'm not even sure how many times I did it. Probably not more than 5 or 6 brcause I haven't slept or eaten well in two days so it didn't take long to get burned out. But it may have helped a little.
As always with this group, thanks for lending an ear.