Originally Posted by
79pmooney
Died doing what he loved. If I go on the bike, I hope the emergency responders find the card I carry in my wallet that says that it is not a tragedy; I died doing what I love.
A few years back on a forum that no longer exists there was a fellow who regularly talked of each ride being a gift after his heart attack. One day his wife came on, thanked us all and said he'd died doing what he loved.
I agree tho I'm sure he'd rather be here right now writing about a close call instead
not to detract from the sorrow of this thread
better than in a bed, wasting away 1/2 conscious. took my Dad 2 months & he was unhappy the whole time