Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Well folks, its been a tough time getting to the start line this year. I got a call from my sister in Ann Arbor that our father had been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and that he only had two weeks to live. I got on the first plane I could from Paris for Detroit and was able to be with dad for a few last moments. He outlasted the doctor’s prognosis by two weeks, but the end was inevitable. Les and I cared for him as best we could, but she really did all the heavy lifting. When I got back to Burgundy he had slipped into a coma and he died a couple of days later. At 94 years old he had lived a full and vigorous life. Until the events which led to his diagnosis he had rarely been sick, and he had still been able to play golf and drive himself everywhere right up to the end. We should all be so lucky. Now, after a week or so of rest and a lot of reflection, I’m trying to get some normalcy back in my life. I will miss the old man dearly, but I need to get back into life and live it as fully as he would.
So this is a brief account of my first ride back home. Its nothing special, but its what I do every day or almost and its part of a routine that structures my life.
Home for me is this little house at the very edge of the vineyards. The green shutters are new last year and are pvc because I am tired of painting the old wood ones. Most importantly, they are functional serving to keep the weather out.. I know lots of homes in the US have fake shutters as decoration. But why? Seems to me that those in hurricane or tornado country might find them useful.
My ride is 1.5 km to the bakery. And 1.5 km home. My shopping bike knows the way by heart. I ate the evidence, and it was good.