Right after we heard about my cousin Ray, we found that a biker friend of ours died earlier in the month. She was coming home and crashed her bike into a pole. We don’t have details at this point. But we went to the memorial service and J went on a ride in her honor. There must’ve been over 500 bikes out there. It was incredible.
But I felt a little dread, because these things always seem to come in threes. And we did hear about the third one, also back home. Sid was in his late 70s and had cancer. He was my cousin’s father-in-law and my buddy. I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He always stopped to talk to me and was so very kind. And he got to see our little boy while we were back home at Christmas. His family and wife are in my thoughts. He will be remembered fondly.
