Some of my father's and brothers' motorcycle trophies
It is funny how something comes out of nowhere, and it can remind us of someone, and they are right there beside us.
Dad, no matter how far away I am, I always have you in my heart pocket.
Memory: I am eight years old and riding in front of my Father on his motorcycle. We are rounding up the cows for milking. My Dad says that I am ready to ride on my own. I grab the throttle, I can feel him smiling. He says yes, you are ready and jumps off. I glance back and see him standing, still smiling, yelling, "Look where you're going!" I look ahead and see the field, the cows, the blue sky, and the freedom to explore.
The feeling has never left.
Happy Father's Day Dad
Yann
and Martin.
xxx
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