Before we get started Chappy and I want you all to know that this is Sue writing for him as he is dictating this letter.he is very tired and weak these days.
Hello brothers and sisters, I get fatigued way more than I used to. This winter has been a rough one for so many of our riding family. What used to be part time as needed, I am sucking air almost all the time now. As far as my body being infected, it seems I have went and done it again. Second infection in less than 6 weeks. I can't believe the stuff I am spitting up after choking, the only good thing about it is, is that it stops the pain for a little while.
I was gonna ride my bike home from the shop but just didn't have it in me. It's the same as Rolling Thunder, just didn't have it in me. Don't get me wrong, I want to ride, maybe more than I have ever in my life. I've been out of the house twice for less than a total of 15 minutes in the last 6 weeks. The kids and Sue are going to get me some sort of porch rocker/glider that sits two people. They are supposed to be surprising me with it but Suzy spilled the beans. It will make a great Fathers Day gift. Maybe I will be able to sit on the porch in the shade and once again smell New Hampshire at its finest.
Stage 4 terminal cancer is really quite a foe. I don't eat very good. They seem to be pushing Hospice on me and I keep saying no. I wanted to ride this summer but you know what's really odd, I didn't even get any spring fever. First time ever. I did walk out into the garage and touch the trike but believe it or not, after using the strength just to get out of my seat and down the few steps through the breeze way, I found I couldn't even get on. This is the hardest psychological battle I have ever had to fight. One that I know will win. As crazy as it sounds with all that goes on with graveyards and churches and funeral homes, a lot of people have there own ideas of spreading there ashes. So I decided I will write my crazy two cents, I am going to have all my ashes put into a 1997 Harley Davidson Heritage Springer motor. Mostly because of all the repairs and petty maintenance I look forward to seeing it put into a whole in the ground next to my son Scott.
I'm sorry it's been so long in writing I think of you guys everyday and all the rides we've shared.
With my upmost respect for you all continue riding with other members that may not be able to ride for themselves....chappy
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