Jim Henry passed away yesterday because of complications from his bicycle crash two weeks ago.
I really don't know what to write...
It's always sad when we lose someone we know. It blasts us in the face with our own mortality. And the thoughts that we will never be able to interact with that person again. He'll never be on a group ride again. He'll never be able to squeeze his boy's. He'll never get to kiss his girlfriend. It makes me sick to my stomach.
Especially when the cause of his death is something we all dearly love.
I believe that part of the reason there is such a thrill and excitement about bike riding is the inherent risk that is involved. We all know it's there. But over coming that fear and being successful at coming through the other side is, in part, where the satisfaction comes from.
But then something like this brings it all crashing back down to reality.
Cycling is risky. Period.
I know it, you know it, and Jim knew it.
That doesn't make it any less beautiful, fun or scary. It just is what it is.
Christ, I'm just rambling...
I want to yell and scream and tell everyone that we should be more aware. Enjoy more! Love more! Laugh more! And LIVE. Live while you have the chance.
It sure seemed from the small, tiny sliver of Jim's life that I saw that he did all those things. And that's all you can really ask of this life.
Take advantage of it while you are here. Cuz we aren't here long. And you never know when it will end.
I'm sure Jim would have agreed with me.
Rest in peace buddy...
Rubber side down,