After the funeral, lots of food and booze and great company helped eased the sadness. Cases of Yuenling and bottles of Scotch whiskey brought out the stories of "Big Al" before the cousins made him "Uncle Al" and then the grandchildren made him "PopPop Al". It warmed my heart to see my mom take a shot of whiskey in his memory. She has been a rock, so focused in her faith, that his faith will carry him on to golden shores. He will suffer no more where he is going. His death has made me think a lot about what happens after this crazy life.
Getting ready for a seven day stage race(www.tsepic.com) is a bit daunting on its own and burying your dad two days before is far from ideal. But I'm not going to use that as an excuse, but rather a source of focus, inspiration and energy. I thought about not doing the race, but I know that he would of wanted me to race because he was my biggest fan and supporter. Plus, his timing of when he died, made it possible for me to attend his funeral and do the race.
Now, things are easy, I just ride. When it comes down to it, its the easiest thing in the world. And at times I make it way harder than it needs to be. Tim reminded me of that in my pre race pep talk. KISS...Keep it simple stupid and have tons of fun.
And by the way, at my funeral, I want this song by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole Somewhere over the Rainbow.