Actually, I'm taking the advice of someone I call a friend - me not being a hammerhead? Thanks dude. It took me awhile to come around to it, so here goes.
While many of you are in FB and know this, some of you are not, so, to catch you up, in September, I lost the person who meant most to me. The person who had become my best friend, who knew pretty much everything there is to know about me (we're talking real details that will still remain secret here) and who I thought that I would be growing old with (really old, like into my 90's old.) My husband, Rick, and I hadn't been married nearly as many years as a lot of people, but we did pack a lot into the few years we were together. His passing was completely unexpected and sudden. I'm not going to say I don't miss him still or that I don't still find myself crying and feeling sorry for myself because he isn't here, because I do. I learned how he touched so many people's lives in a positive way and that I would be selfish to think that no one could miss him more than I, but I do think that at times anyway. There is a huge hole in many hearts that he filled and I miss him every day. Through this, I discovered that I had more friends than I thought I knew, people who gave of themselves to make sure that I had all the love and support they could provide, and my cellphone now also contains numbers for people that called him friend and asked if they could stay in contact with me. He shared stories with me of some his adventures, such as delivering a Lambo to the beginning of the old Cannonball, a motocross crash that had a timed sequence spread in one of the old magazines (I still would love to see it), driving car rallies in Europe while he was in the Army, getting arrested for drunk bullfighting traffic in Italy (I think that's where he said it was), giving Don Garlitz racing advice (not to change his setup because others were chasing his time & he shouldn't mess with a good thing). He shared so many stories that there were times my mouth would just hang from amazement and other times he would have me laughing so hard that I could barely breathe. We didn't always see eye to eye on things, but we always shared respect, honesty, trust, and love. He held a moral and ethical code that set a high example for his sons to live up to and I am proud and honored to have been his wife, even for the little while we had.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. g'
While many of you are in FB and know this, some of you are not, so, to catch you up, in September, I lost the person who meant most to me. The person who had become my best friend, who knew pretty much everything there is to know about me (we're talking real details that will still remain secret here) and who I thought that I would be growing old with (really old, like into my 90's old.) My husband, Rick, and I hadn't been married nearly as many years as a lot of people, but we did pack a lot into the few years we were together. His passing was completely unexpected and sudden. I'm not going to say I don't miss him still or that I don't still find myself crying and feeling sorry for myself because he isn't here, because I do. I learned how he touched so many people's lives in a positive way and that I would be selfish to think that no one could miss him more than I, but I do think that at times anyway. There is a huge hole in many hearts that he filled and I miss him every day. Through this, I discovered that I had more friends than I thought I knew, people who gave of themselves to make sure that I had all the love and support they could provide, and my cellphone now also contains numbers for people that called him friend and asked if they could stay in contact with me. He shared stories with me of some his adventures, such as delivering a Lambo to the beginning of the old Cannonball, a motocross crash that had a timed sequence spread in one of the old magazines (I still would love to see it), driving car rallies in Europe while he was in the Army, getting arrested for drunk bullfighting traffic in Italy (I think that's where he said it was), giving Don Garlitz racing advice (not to change his setup because others were chasing his time & he shouldn't mess with a good thing). He shared so many stories that there were times my mouth would just hang from amazement and other times he would have me laughing so hard that I could barely breathe. We didn't always see eye to eye on things, but we always shared respect, honesty, trust, and love. He held a moral and ethical code that set a high example for his sons to live up to and I am proud and honored to have been his wife, even for the little while we had.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. g'
