Duke
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The title is a little criptic but it is a lesson hard learned.
So Friday morning I had to leave the house for a very important meeting in Nacogdoches, and I chose to take the bike which has been sitting for far too long. I am getting on the road 25 min later than I planned due to a dead battery, but all is good as I get to see a beautiful sunrise when I finally turned north on 59 from the Grand Parkway.
[insert picture of glorious sunrise here, the one I didn't take]
I make it to Nac in time, actually about 15 min early. I report to the appropriate office where the receptionist seats me at an empty conference room table in a comfortable high back leather chair. After a short wait, others enter the room, introductions are made and small talk is shared. Ultimately I turn over 4 documents that are behind the reason for our meeting.
You see, this meeting was with a probate attorney where I turned over my Mom and Dads Will and Death Certificates, as a result of their passing away in June and July this year.
The meeting with the attorney lasted about 2 hours and when it was over I had a nice lunch with my Sister. I then put the kick stand up around noon to ride for home as I had work obligations to get to. It rained on me pretty hard off and on between Nac and Corrigan, a nice cooling rain on a 90 degree day. It was cathartic and welcomed. As I was coming through Livingston I realized my afternoon conference calls for work can be substituted with a couple of emails instead. So I pulled off the road and got a cold drink and sat down to write the the appropriate emails, call cancellations and apologies. Then I topped off the tank with fuel. I was not going to say "I'll go riding next weekend" instead I chose to go riding now. I then set out looking for the small roads to get me home, finding some great little ones along the way.
I managed to make the ride from Livingston to The Woodlands take about 4.5 hours, which was welcomed therapy. Losing both Mom and Dad barely a month apart this summer has been tough. Thinking back over the last decade or more there have been many times I said "I'll come up next weekend". However to only to later have something more pressing happen at home or work prevent it. Too many times have I planned a ride for a weekend only to put off to next month. Too many times have I thought about picking up the phone to call a friend to only to get distracted by something else and say, "I'll call them later". I will not be able to make up for those missed opportunities of the past but Friday's ride was the fist step changing a behavior for future.
Thanks for stopping by.
PS. Call your parents, tell them you love them.
So Friday morning I had to leave the house for a very important meeting in Nacogdoches, and I chose to take the bike which has been sitting for far too long. I am getting on the road 25 min later than I planned due to a dead battery, but all is good as I get to see a beautiful sunrise when I finally turned north on 59 from the Grand Parkway.
[insert picture of glorious sunrise here, the one I didn't take]
I make it to Nac in time, actually about 15 min early. I report to the appropriate office where the receptionist seats me at an empty conference room table in a comfortable high back leather chair. After a short wait, others enter the room, introductions are made and small talk is shared. Ultimately I turn over 4 documents that are behind the reason for our meeting.
You see, this meeting was with a probate attorney where I turned over my Mom and Dads Will and Death Certificates, as a result of their passing away in June and July this year.
The meeting with the attorney lasted about 2 hours and when it was over I had a nice lunch with my Sister. I then put the kick stand up around noon to ride for home as I had work obligations to get to. It rained on me pretty hard off and on between Nac and Corrigan, a nice cooling rain on a 90 degree day. It was cathartic and welcomed. As I was coming through Livingston I realized my afternoon conference calls for work can be substituted with a couple of emails instead. So I pulled off the road and got a cold drink and sat down to write the the appropriate emails, call cancellations and apologies. Then I topped off the tank with fuel. I was not going to say "I'll go riding next weekend" instead I chose to go riding now. I then set out looking for the small roads to get me home, finding some great little ones along the way.
I managed to make the ride from Livingston to The Woodlands take about 4.5 hours, which was welcomed therapy. Losing both Mom and Dad barely a month apart this summer has been tough. Thinking back over the last decade or more there have been many times I said "I'll come up next weekend". However to only to later have something more pressing happen at home or work prevent it. Too many times have I planned a ride for a weekend only to put off to next month. Too many times have I thought about picking up the phone to call a friend to only to get distracted by something else and say, "I'll call them later". I will not be able to make up for those missed opportunities of the past but Friday's ride was the fist step changing a behavior for future.
Thanks for stopping by.
PS. Call your parents, tell them you love them.