I was staring at some boxes the other day, it was stuff left from my mom's place that we had boxed up and put into storage.
It struck me as sad, that my mom's life had come down to a few boxes of stuff and some great memories. All that she did, all that she was, and it came down to those boxes. Stuff.
I have been having a lot of fun with Drew, and this is important because I know the memories have kept me from ever forgetting how wonderful my mom was. I want to make sure Drew has some fun, great memories of me when I am gone, no matter when that may be. I know that even though my stepdad died 11 years ago, the memories of all the great times we had keep his spirit very much alive inside me. I was riding my Harley to work today, and was thinking that if he was alive right now, he would probably have a Harley too and go riding as much as he could. I could almost picture him riding beside me as I cruised down Route 101. While he wasn't physically there, he was there in spirit. When Drew and I are out riding the dirt bikes, I see Warren there and experience the fun he had watching my brother and I learning to ride when I see Drew zipping around. It really is a priceless feeling.
I want Drew to experience as much as possible in life. We ride our dirtbikes together, he goes out on my Harley with me, we ride at Rye together, and there is more and more that we will do....and I hope when he is my age, he looks back on the time he had with his dad and smile, just the same way I do when I think of the times spent with my mom and Warren.
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