How is it that I managed to put in 54 hours of work when there was a holiday this week?
Oh, and I'm technically laid off....all this work was on side jobs.....
Sleepy time now.
Oh, and I'm technically laid off....all this work was on side jobs.....
Sleepy time now.
R.I.P., Misty.
My sister spreading her best friend's ashes at the polo field.
A little background:
The polo field is where my sister's program, Therapeutic Horsemanship of Hawaii is located. Our friend Misty had just gotten certified as an instructor for the program the day she was killed in a motorcycle accident. The field was quite possibly her favorite spot in the world. All week, all she could talk about was getting to the ranch on the weekend to work with the kids out there.
As well as an instructor there, she was also a motorcyclist. I had the pleasure of riding with her on many occasions. About 200 bikers, from at least 6 different clubs, came out to her memorial today, as well as many of her fellow volunteers and several of her students.
This was a fairly crappy video taken by one of the other instructors on a camera phone. It doesn't even come close to capturing the feeling of the whole scene. All I can say is, those who know me will tell you that I, for the most part, am a pretty stoic person. When she rode past us and tossed out the ashes and everyone started cheering, I actually had trouble breathing for a second. The video truly doesn't capture it at all. It was easily the most emotional moment of my life. Seeing someone who was such a big part of my life, in what was essentially dust form, being scattered in her favorite place in the world to be, by my sister who was her best friend. I looked around the crowd of burly, grizzly bikers, all decked out in club patches and whatnot...not a single one had dry eyes. Right up until Dana got in front of the crowd. Someone, I don't have any idea who, started cheering. That got everyone up and into it. Again, the video doesn't quite capture it. 200 people clapping and hollering, while Sarah McClachlan (too tired to spell-check) was blasting...I don't even know how to describe it.
Anyways, this is all super-fatigued drunken rambling at this point. All I can really say is, rest in peace Misty girl. You're riding with the angels now.
We'll all miss you, even though you're always with us.
My sister spreading her best friend's ashes at the polo field.
A little background:
The polo field is where my sister's program, Therapeutic Horsemanship of Hawaii is located. Our friend Misty had just gotten certified as an instructor for the program the day she was killed in a motorcycle accident. The field was quite possibly her favorite spot in the world. All week, all she could talk about was getting to the ranch on the weekend to work with the kids out there.
As well as an instructor there, she was also a motorcyclist. I had the pleasure of riding with her on many occasions. About 200 bikers, from at least 6 different clubs, came out to her memorial today, as well as many of her fellow volunteers and several of her students.
This was a fairly crappy video taken by one of the other instructors on a camera phone. It doesn't even come close to capturing the feeling of the whole scene. All I can say is, those who know me will tell you that I, for the most part, am a pretty stoic person. When she rode past us and tossed out the ashes and everyone started cheering, I actually had trouble breathing for a second. The video truly doesn't capture it at all. It was easily the most emotional moment of my life. Seeing someone who was such a big part of my life, in what was essentially dust form, being scattered in her favorite place in the world to be, by my sister who was her best friend. I looked around the crowd of burly, grizzly bikers, all decked out in club patches and whatnot...not a single one had dry eyes. Right up until Dana got in front of the crowd. Someone, I don't have any idea who, started cheering. That got everyone up and into it. Again, the video doesn't quite capture it. 200 people clapping and hollering, while Sarah McClachlan (too tired to spell-check) was blasting...I don't even know how to describe it.
Anyways, this is all super-fatigued drunken rambling at this point. All I can really say is, rest in peace Misty girl. You're riding with the angels now.
We'll all miss you, even though you're always with us.
Yep. Time to hit the beach. A little bodysurfing, then go hop on the bike....I think I can handle that.
Last weekend, I ended up going on a bit of a bender.
Today, I go to check my mail...apparently, in my drunken stupor last week, I somehow thought to order myself some
Good to know that I look after myself sometimes....
Today, I go to check my mail...apparently, in my drunken stupor last week, I somehow thought to order myself some
Good to know that I look after myself sometimes....
So a good friend of mine crashed her motorcycle last night and passed away. It's kind of surreal still. The odd thing is, another friend was on his way home and for some reason decided to take an odd route way out of his way. It just so happened that he came around the corner less than a minute after the crash happened. Those who know me well know that I don't believe in religion in the traditional sense, but I do believe in some kind of higher power. I believe that whatever that higher power is, it (he, she, whatever) sent him to be with her and help her on her way.
RIP Misty. You're free of the problems of this world now.
RIP Misty. You're free of the problems of this world now.
