Thanks for your condolences, folks. But my purpose for writing about my mom was really an observation, that we are all just passing through. Each and every one of us is going to die. There is no question about that. The only questions are when and how.

What I meant was that my mom had a good measure of life. But I keep thinking that if we take really good care of ourselves, we can live better and perhaps even longer. And to us folks here, that probably means a reasonable amount of bicycle riding the rest of our lives.

While my mom couldn't live forever, maybe she might have lived a little longer and a little better if she had been into bike riding like my brother and me. Good health (mental and physical) sounds almost like a religion, doesn't it?