On Tuesday night, I lost my dear grandmother. She was buried today.
She was vibrant and loved by everyone who knew her, and I'm going to miss her in a way that's hard to describe.
I'm not sure how I'd be handling this loss if it weren't for my "catharcycle".
She always loved seeing the pictures I'd email her of the places I rode - and always pined for the physical ability to still cycle herself (born in 1923, and didn't have her first car until she was 24) - I guess part of me hopes/feels/wishes that now she can join me on my travels...