My mother passed away from cancer when I was 19. In some ways I barely knew her or at least only half of the person she was. I never had the opportunity to interact with her adult to adult, my wife never met her and my kids have only seen pictures, of which there are few. I get to visit her maybe once a year when we make time to drop by to see her grave stone and shed a few tears. Just thinking of how things could have been if she were still here is hard even after so many years have passed. I will be thinking of her with every stroke of my pedals, every river I cross and every sunset I witness during this month dedicated to riding and fighting cancer. Much love everyone and make sure you cherish every day being with the ones you love!
Brad Taylor$35Received this donation 75 days ago