You are Suppose to Eulogize

For all great changes, there are opportunities for reflection and even chance, to salute the progress of dreaming well.

   I wrote this as a eulogy, a bereavement burrito if you will, to the mix of thrills I cherished with exceptional zest that still whispers promise.

The passage ~

It is official. BB (Blue Blaze) my Harley Sportster, is now in the hands of another; we sold it.

Sure, I scarcely rode it in the past two years.

But it was there if I wanted to.

All of the practicalities clamored for me to act, and not let it become

a tribute piece of garage art.

Of course there's the statistics that say it is not a case of IF there will be a motorcycle accident but rather; WHEN.

Who'd want that fallout for a beloved?

We didn't get a king’s ransom, but then I don't feel I gave it away either.

It's like looking at a favorite pair of rollerblades; and shiver.

not for the loss of using them

but the realization of avoiding the possible skinned knees.

Was I really so reckless?

Yup...once, not so long ago, as it also returns on visits from time to time.

I realize also, that perhaps, by default I had been rehearsing how to one day end this living adventure; you know, in a graceful way.

Without kicking and screaming as my impulsive want-to-live-forever Id demands I should; convinced doing so is the only real and practical response to the threat of my eventual end.

Sometimes what is of essence, is not what to keep near and dear

but how to simply

let go.

“You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson