I found out yesterday, that on Monday 8/18/2008, while I was at work and it was a beautiful, mild, late summer day outside and just over five months since his surgery my Dad rode his motorcycle. 45 miles. I’m sure there are many more to come.
This was his pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the goal he set for himself to motivate him through his recovery. And he did it. I’m so proud, and happy.
All this summer we’ve been savoring these little victories:
That first trip back up to Wisconsin
Filling the bird feeders
Increasingly longer walks up and down hills without hesitation
The simple satisfaction of yard work
A family outing to the Milwaukee lakefront
Being there for a Christening and an Ordination
Attending a family reunion and reconnecting with distant cousins
Reprising the ritual visit to the State Fair
and the list goes on. Lots of ordinary little life events that somehow seem a little more special because they almost wouldn’t have happened or wouldn’t have been the same. Each a little victory and step closer to this goal of "getting back on the horse".
Way to go Dad! And again to that donor, whoever you are, thank you.