"Some memories are unforgettable, remaining ever vivid and heartwarming!"
- Joseph B. Wirthlin -
The other day when the most amazing man in the world and I returned from running some errands, I saw my next door neighbour helping her young daughter (who must be about five) learn to ride a bike without training wheels. Mom was holding onto the back of the bicycle as she gently pushed the youngster along, gradually increasing the speed enough for the bike to remain upright without support. She began letting go but sprinted alongside as her daughter took off on her own. Mom continued to call out encouraging words as the little girl rode off and, no doubt, shed a tear or two in-between.
I found myself overwhelmed with emotion as I witnessed this classic rite of passage because it brought to mind the day I learned to ride a bike with the help of the most devoted and kind and patient man: my father. It seems like only yesterday that he was holding onto the back of my bicycle, pushing me along and encouraging me to take flight. And when I finally did, he cheered me on; joy and pride and love so evident in his voice.
|The most important thing in the world to my father was his family.|
It’s been over eight years since my father left this world but the heartwarming memories he left behind, memories such as this one, live on forever. It is the greatest gift he ever gave me.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.
(Please share memories of your own bike-riding (or other) experiences.)