Originally Posted by
50PlusCycling
Loss is one of the things we have to suffer in life. My brother came to spend a week with me some years back, he borrowed my bike to go buy something at the store, and never came back. He was run over by a speeding vehicle driven by an unlicensed and uninsured driver. The only thing recognizable on his remains was a tattoo he had on his arm.
Jeez, that brought memory's back. 20+ years ago I had to identify my stepdad by a tattoo he had in the Navy after he had been trapped in a river weir for 3 months, not a pleasant task, and he was such a lovely person.
The point for delbiker1 is, I still think about him and talk to him. When someone is taken from you physically they remain alive with you.