It's been a rough weekend for me. My wife of 19 years, Kathy, passed away last night. We became best friends 42 years ago in High School. We married different people right out of High School but remained the closest of friends as we lived and struggled through life. We finally got it right after 23 years and officially blended our families together, cementing what should have been at the start. We struggled personally occasionally, as married people all do, but Lord, we had some good times. TON'S of good times. Right after I bought my first bike in 1977, a 73 Bonneville, she was the first person I showed it to and the first person I gave a ride to. We were constant riding partners for the next 40 years plus and took a short ride for supper just last week. Unlike a lot of fellas, I almost always wanted her with me on the bike and we took many long trips across the U.S. together. Kathy struggled with health problems for many years but never EVER, lost her sense of humor. In fact, she was joking with the medical people right up to the end. We were, to quote a tired old adage, "soul mates", and in this world, there isn't anything better.
