We all have angels.
My Grandpa is one of them, and another is a friend Jeff who taught me so much about standing up for myself and believing in myself. Both left us to early. My Grandpa is one that always seems to be smiling down. Always a thumbs up from above. When this are confusing angels seem to give a bit of clarity or at least take some of the sense of being overwhelmed away.
Another angel is Jeff, a coach and someone I looked up to that left us far to early. Someone that was at the pinnacle of the happiest time of his life. And on one day when he was out doing what he loved to do more than anything, riding his bike, an inattentive driver, took his life. Some things I will never understand but I don’t ask why anymore. I choose to follow my dreams to honor those that told me I could and showed me the first steps. Today and in those moments when things get a bit overwhelming and scary, I know the angels are watching over me and so many others. Thanks Jeff, you taught me so much, and I miss you.
A poem I wrote to Jeff the day he went to ride among the clouds.
Bright yellow shoes
Greeting with smiles
Kitten to tiger tattoos
Legs that can take the miles
Rock on my friend
Ride into the wind
Your strength my guiding light
You are now watching from greater heights
Race for the stars
Don’t stop in the clouds
Lungs screaming, legs burning
It’s Jeffy here, the wind is now turning
The wind is your friend I’m now on the mend
Toward your dreams I will send
From now every journey I will attend
Rock on dear friend
It’s Littmann, and time to go for the win.