Ride'n with Mom

There are some things we just can’t avoid no matter how hard we try.  Taxes is a good example.  Every year without fail those who took so much want more.  There are other examples of this like Mother’s Day.  Every spring it comes along like it has every year since for decades and it should.  Mom’s are so important and well beyond that little gift they gave you known as life.  There were all those other things they do out of nothing more than love.  My Mom, Lois, was no different.  In fact to me she was much more. 

As the years roll on since we lost her in 2008 I find my level of missing grows rather than fades.  While sometimes hard and sad it’s also a testament to who she was in life and who she still is long after.  Almost all of my thoughts towards her are positive and happy.  My Mom was always positive and happy a lesson sometimes I need to revisit with a bit more focus.  I’m thankful that my missing hasn’t faded, as I don’t want to forget.

I think the most time spent with thoughts of her are on the Wee.  Selfishly part of that is “…Mom keep me safe…this guy’s not paying attention beside me!”  Much more than that though are thoughts of what would it have been like to take my Mom for a ride.  My friend John has photos somewhere of his elderly Mom on his Harley Davidson.  I love those photos but at the same time I’m left with a bit of jealousy.  While the Harley would provide far more comfort than a Vstrom I still wonder.  I know she’d have done it.

If you’re lucky enough to have your Mom still around slow down, spend some time and take her for a ride on your motorcycle…or at least out for a nice big lunch.  They’re important people long after they’ve moved on which is why if you are lucky enough to still have her…capitalize on that. 

I’m grateful for my memories and know she rides with me.  Even though you can’t see her.  She’s back there.