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When I first learned of Bob Leong's death all those years ago, I hate to admit that it did not really affect me that much. Sure, Bob encouraged me in my riding and in my first attempts to be a moto-blogger, but I did not know that man personally. My comments concerning his death were, I hate to say it, more out of kindness than any true sense of grief.
After all, I personally did not know the man or his family. You never know how someone touches your life however, I've been following the adventures of this little wooden scooter around the world. He's traveled to some 6 countries now and thousands of miles and I'm sure when the UPS box comes with that big wonderful soul in it, I'll tear up a bit. Not at his loss but at the artifacts that make up his travels. It's my understanding that somewhere along the way the tradition of placing a little memento began. How many people had their lives touched by him, or a little wooden scooter, or both.
These memento's are something that defines the area that he's been to. I wonder what treasures are from France, Germany, New Zealand and other parts of the world. I wonder if he journey is complete yet? Or are parts of mysterious Africa and Asia still on his list?
As some readers know my family has been having health issues. My beloved Susan, my girlfriend for the last 10 to 12 years has been battling a plethora of illnesses. Our combined family has lost two beloved uncles and an aunt in the last two months to heart ailments and dementia. It has been a year of sadness.
Still though, we celebrate life. We fight against the dying of the light to paraphrase Dylan Thomas. We gather with family and friends this time of year to eat, drink and be merry. To love and hope and do all that is perfectly wonderfully human.
It's a little late to being everyone a Happy Holiday Season (I have friends and family that are Jewish, Pagan and Christian so "Happy Holiday's" is more appropriate for me) but here it is. Happy Holidays and hold on to those that mean something to you.
You never know when they are gone.