My mom passed away on the 4th of November. I went to the park last Saturday and remembered an amazing thing. She learned to ride a bicycle in Harold Park when she was in her late thirties. My dad taught her and she rode with me and my brother. Phillip and I taught her to ride the "jumps". She had no fear and she flew so high I have since thought that Spielberg may have used her as the model for ET's bike ride through the sky. She crashed thought... big rolled up ball of bike parts, skin, blood and torn clothes. But after dad fixed the bike she rode again. She was a trooper and she was the greatest mom of all time. We will miss her but know that she is watching us still.

I love you mom.