When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight.
Khalil Gibran
We lost a dear friend of ours just over a week ago now. He was killed suddenly, in a tragic accident on an icy highway in northern Canada. At only 44 years of age, he left behind a son, a daughter, a beautiful wife, family, and countless friends. And my heart hurts.

I don't know if I will ever understand why things like this happen, but deep down I know that it is just a part of life, so I seldom try to understand. Death is a part of life... we all experience loss. And the older I get and the more people I lose, the more I search for the comfort of those I still have with me. The more I hold on tight to fleeting moments with them. And the more I cherish their very souls, and the light they bring to me. 
Good-bye old friend. I will think of you every time I drive through these mountains, for I know you loved riding your bike through them. I know you found comfort and happiness within their embrace, as do I. And I will always remember you there. Love.