I am very sad today. 😢 Very seldom do I write about my feelings on my blog. But today, I am going to make an exception. You know me as The Grey Beard Biker™️ – but people call me Mike. Close friends call me Michael. I am a Grey Beard Biker. I have trained in many disciplines of self defense. I do own an arsenal. I do reload ammunition. I do ride motorcycles. A. LOT. But I have never been one to wear my heart on my sleeve. Until today.
2020 was a rough year. It started with things which never directly impacted me. Like the impeachment of Donald Trump and the Antifa/BLM riots. I was pissed at the impeachment. I was pissed at the decline of our great country with the anarchists riots. I was pissed when #CreepyUncleJoe stole the election. But the #COVIDhoax directly impacted me. More than I feel like I can put in words. But, I am going to give it my best shot.
COVID directly impacted me in so many ways. First, I met the absolute love of my life in April. While we had chatted on social media a bit, the first time I heard her voice on the phone, I knew she was my lifetime soulmate (I know, right – who thinks this way?). I knew the very first time I spoke with DG that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. She lives 445 miles from me, but I did not care about the distance. My favorite place to ride in the entire United States is in the Great Smoky Mountains and the Blue Ridge Mountains. And that is a bit over 1/2 way to DG. After speaking with her several times on the phone I wanted to come meet her. In my mind, that was not uncommon. Hell, people meet on blind dates, dating sites (which I have never used) and of all places – Twitter. 😳
So, I made my first trip to the mountains of eastern Kentucky the second weekend in May. Hoping, beyond hope, that I would get the chance to go just a bit further and meet my DG. It did not happen. There would be several other trips – Memorial Day Weekend, my birthday weekend in June, Labor Day weekend, and two fall trips to the mountains. But COVID reared its ugly head. My beautiful DG contracted this nasty illness and was sick for months. Every time I suggested we get together – so I could help her – she was not up to it – and I understood. But over time, I think it just became easier to talk on the phone. There was no pressure. There was no nervousness. Just the soothing voice of the ones we both loved so much.
But today, because COVID-19 intervened early in our relationship – keeping us apart – I believe that it was the proverbial nail-in-the-coffin to a lifelong loving partnership. And I am sad. So damn sad because COVID took away the most important thing I have ever had in my life.
DG has no blame in this – she is near angelic and will always be the love of my life. Actually, my own human frailties caused this (I am a very flawed man – even though I give and love with all of my heart). But simply put, had it not been for COVID – my promise to her – to be together, forever, under one roof would already be a reality. We have always loved each other that much.
I am not asking for your sympathy. I am not seeking anyone – because I can only love one person the way I love my DG. But I just needed to vent. Because talking – or writing – about something which is so painful is the first step in healing. God Bless all of my biker brothers and sisters, Patriots and those who follow my journey through my written words. This weekend is going to suck – like every other weekend since that first weekend in May. I fucking love you DG!
Much love from your big biker brother,