That's good to hear and I hope things are a good as they can be for you and your family.

My race went ok. I was in the lead group for about 30kms (it was 120km race), there were about 8 of us in the break but the pace was a bit too high for me in my state of mind. When you race very fast on the bikes, the concentration has to be high in order to avoid touching wheels and going down.

I realised I wasn't in the right head space for the speed so i dropped of the back of the lead group and let the mid pack chase group gather me up and I finished with those guys about half way in the field.

I thought of Dad the whole way. It was a weird day

Sorry to hear about your Dad.

Glad your race went well, and that you were able to recognise the distraction before any injuries occurred.

I ride motorbikes, and about 7 weeks after my mum passed i woke up to a beautiful sunny february (UK) Saturday morning and had the great idea to go for a ride. Less than 5 miles from the house i laid the bike down on a roundabout primarily due to lack of concentration. Fortunately I came away with just a few bruises, the bike didnt do so well and the husband had to deal with seeing me going down the road and avoid me and my bike (we went in opposite directions to make life difficult).

It will hit at the strangest of times, and you will become distracted. Take care of yourself in the meantime and dont be hard on yourself for it.

Thankyou. I'm sorry to hear about your Mum and your crash. One of the reasons I'm very comfortable in cycle racing is because I raced motorcycles for a few years in the 600 production. This was before track days were even a 'thing' so if you wanted to race there was only one option and that was to get yourself a race bike and an ACU licence.

I've had quite a few road motos as well, nearly always sports bikes, but the emphasis was always racing. Strangely I think about motorbikes more and more lately as my Ironman triathlon days are pretty much over, so I just cycle race and time trial nowadays really.

I miss having a moto in the garage but not interested in the race scene any more. Just want something I can tinker with and was thinking of a Thruxton. Mum has said I can have Dad's tools as well so it would be nice to work on something and think of him.

I have to speak at the funeral as my Mum and Sister can't face it. I think it will hit me hardest after that.

Funeral is this coming Thurs (it's been ages due to Easter and ministers etc away on hols).

I sat in a coffee shop today and wrote a eulogy today as I have to speak for the whole family. Not easy

No not easy at all. All the best with that TB.

P.S. Sorry to hear the funeral has taken so long. Hope it goes as well as a funeral can.

Good luck for reading the eulogy on Thursday. It's horrible having to wait for an extended period between death and funeral.

Hope all goes well on Thursday.

I'm now in the same position as you....

Again, don't want to take your thread but after the good news it was followed by bad as Dad took a turn for the worse with the infections and we lost him.

Mum's only been able to make the arrangements due to all the paperwork you now have to collect. She wanted us there for and after the service so we are heading back soon.

One weird thing is that it feels very surreal, I guess because of the distance and not being there. I keep thinking has this happened, am I in a dream? It might be a different story when I get back.

Mum's asked me to speak at the service, eeekk....... normally our family services are small but there will be lots of people there so going to have to put on a brave, jet lagged face.

Take care Tr1boy, will be thinking of you.

Hope you hold it together.

Sorry too for your loss kim. Hope this helps a bit...

I couldn't speak at my dad's funeral, so my little sister did. She wrote a beautiful eulogy, listing all the things that made dad who he was, from cloudwatching (he was a meteorologist by profession) to meat pies, cake and a "swift half" down the pub. Everyone laughed and cried.

Best thing of all was as we came out of the door on a cold wet december day, for 5 minutes, the sun burst out through the clouds. Dad was on his way....


(((hugs)))