"Grief is like an ocean; it comes on
waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes
the water is calm and sometimes it is overwhelming.
All we can do is learn to swim."
These are the thoughts that run through my brain during a solitary after work ride that I forced myself out on. No, I still don't have the eagerness back, that longing for work to end so I can explore and dream, but I am better able to make myself go out. I am walking during work breaks again and even at times during my lunch hour. Inevitably, I sleep better and feel better even if my bike sometimes still must hold me as I cry. But while I still cry I also am learning to grin again, as shaky as the first steps of a child. Like a child, I will fall on my rear, but I will learn and that is what our journey here is about.
The petals of tulip poplars confetti the earth on Eden Road, telling the story of the big winds that swept through the area recently. Spring flowers still show in places, shyly announcing that winter has relinquished her cold reign. And while it will not happen this year, my strokes are still tentative and floundering at times, laced with regret, guilt, and longing, they are becoming stronger and more sure. There are other years and other brevets and new people to meet and ride with. Yes, I have some regrets of missing PBP this year, but I am weaker on the bike and internally than I have been in years and so, for me, I believe it was the best decision. But there are other years and other rides and I am not so very old. I will learn to swim.