It has been a week since my beloved fiance was killed on his bike on the way to work. I still can't comprehend it.
He always wore his protective gear....always. He was an excellent defensive driver.
I am looking out at a bright sunny day knowing that if this was 2 weeks ago I would undoubtedly be riding but I am torn. I don't think I'm ready to ride yet...being so emotional but I don't even know if I ever should ride again.Yet I have a beautiful new bike that I can't afford sitting in the driveway.
I wonder what he would think...I tend to think he would want me to ride knowing how much I loved it...then again he might not want me to knowing how dangerous it can be...always my protector.
I can hear him saying" Honey don't ever get on that bike again"...and then again I can hear him telling me "Babe, ride it like you stole it"...