A blast from the past...
A blast from the past...
Ever since I started riding motorcycles in 1977, I've always worn a chain with a St. Christopher medal on it.
When I moved away from my EXAH after I got out of rehab, it got lost somewhere along the way, and I never replaced it.
In 1998 when I got engaged, I bought him a St. Christopher necklace with "Love, DeVon" engraved on the back. He bought me one with "Forever, Michael" engraved on the back. We both had harleys at the time.
Somewhere that one got lost, or so I thought, too. Yesterday I was looking for an old ring/bracelet set in my jewelry box, and lifted up the tray to look underneath.
Guess what was there?
There was a time I wouldn't have been able to wear that because it was just too painful.
In the end, it's been a marvelous journey over the past 11 years, and I am so grateful for many things that came out of that failed relationship.
You see, Mike came up from Florida with his greyhound Bart, a former racer then retired, and I absolutely feel head over heels in love with that dog too.
I've never been without a greyhound since. They are an exquisite, gentle, and loving breed.
Because of Mike, I finally hit my codependent bottom. When he walked out, my world was torn to shreds, and the only way to go was up.
I'm wearing that St. Christopher necklace now. I'm not sad or hurt. I'm grateful...grateful for all the good things that came out of that painful experience.
One of these days I'll be back up on two wheels again, and St. Christopher will be right there with me when I hit the highway.
When I moved away from my EXAH after I got out of rehab, it got lost somewhere along the way, and I never replaced it.
In 1998 when I got engaged, I bought him a St. Christopher necklace with "Love, DeVon" engraved on the back. He bought me one with "Forever, Michael" engraved on the back. We both had harleys at the time.
Somewhere that one got lost, or so I thought, too. Yesterday I was looking for an old ring/bracelet set in my jewelry box, and lifted up the tray to look underneath.
Guess what was there?
There was a time I wouldn't have been able to wear that because it was just too painful.
In the end, it's been a marvelous journey over the past 11 years, and I am so grateful for many things that came out of that failed relationship.
You see, Mike came up from Florida with his greyhound Bart, a former racer then retired, and I absolutely feel head over heels in love with that dog too.
I've never been without a greyhound since. They are an exquisite, gentle, and loving breed.
Because of Mike, I finally hit my codependent bottom. When he walked out, my world was torn to shreds, and the only way to go was up.
I'm wearing that St. Christopher necklace now. I'm not sad or hurt. I'm grateful...grateful for all the good things that came out of that painful experience.
One of these days I'll be back up on two wheels again, and St. Christopher will be right there with me when I hit the highway.
That bracelet is memory filled for you, of Mike and his Bart, and of nudging you towards the woman you have now become. You have travelled a long way from there to here in those 11 years, and obviously StChris was with you, along with the spirit of Mike.
I look forward to when you get back on a bike and ride the roads again, with a big smile of pure contentment on your face.
God bless
I look forward to when you get back on a bike and ride the roads again, with a big smile of pure contentment on your face.
God bless
Honestly I found this hamburger harley with a file of images and looked thru them only Thursday morning, so when I read this thread...kaboom... mind went straight there.
I must give you a real one to keep as the goal bike, and I wait to see snaps of you happily riding off into the sunset, one day.
God bless
I must give you a real one to keep as the goal bike, and I wait to see snaps of you happily riding off into the sunset, one day.
God bless
I did have an old 87 Sporty, but it disappeared along with the ex-fiance. I still miss that bike, and I still miss Bart the greyhound, but I don't miss the ex-fiance.
This was circa 1998 when I was writing for Iron Horse magazine. Can you tell it's Kansas from the scenery?
This was circa 1998 when I was writing for Iron Horse magazine. Can you tell it's Kansas from the scenery?
did have an old 87 Sporty, but it disappeared along with the ex-fiance. I still miss that bike, and I still miss Bart the greyhound, but I don't miss the ex-fiance.
This was circa 1998 when I was writing for Iron Horse magazine. Can you tell it's Kansas from the scenery?
This was circa 1998 when I was writing for Iron Horse magazine. Can you tell it's Kansas from the scenery?
Writing for Iron Horse? Wow, that is uber cool! LOL
OMG, do I recognize Kansas?
Pfft, yes, my father was stationed at Fort Leavenworth when I was a kid,
and I went there for a huge training exercise near Fort Riley.
we saw tornadoes!
flat, flat, flat. that is Kansas. oh and corn, corn, corn.
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