Dora was my mother's youngest sister. They grew up in Poland and were Holocaust survivors. It is important to mention that as that event most definitely defined and shaped their lives. My mother passed away two years ago.
Dora's husband, Martin, amazingly, survives her. He has had heart trouble going back to 1970 and, three years ago when I was in Atlanta for a trade show, he ended up in the hospital and he was practically declared dead two different times. But he sprang back and, incredibly, has continued to flirt with death these past three years, always coming out of it standing and in one piece. It will be interesting to see how Dora's death affects him.
They have three children, two daughters and one son, Sol, who is two years younger than me and, with whom, I'm fairly close. Having no extended family when we were growing up, we were probably more like brothers than cousins.
The weather forecast for next week looked gorgeous and I was really looking forward to getting on the road. But, such is life...and death.
A rainy day today, at least in the morning and early afternoon when I took my ride. Back on the mountain bike for the minimum.
Oh, yes. Today marks 265 days of continuous riding meaning 100 days to go. Somehow, that seemed to escape me today.
Today's Ride: 63mins. 10.6 miles 57 degrees, light rain. Miles YTD: 6,575.04
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