It is already March of 2011. Hard to believe that Matt left us three months ago. I think of him often. The times when he is apparent in my consciousness along with the times when he hovers in my sub-conscious are numerous. I often have a case of the 'what ifs?' even though I understand that torturing myself by contemplating 'destiny' is kind of pointless now.
I have renewed energy with the thawing of the snow and have tuned my bike in anticipation of the clearing roads. He is in each part of that machinery. Matt and the art of bicycle maintenance. When I ride now I ride for him.
Be well, everyone.