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On Today’s Bike Ride: the Wind Connects Us
The older I get, the more I could turn this blog into an obituary column. Yesterday, I drove a four-hour round trip for the funeral of my sister, who passed away unexpectedly a couple of weeks ago. She was 12 and 1/2 years older and often took care of me. When I was sad, she would put her arms around me and sing the song "Big Girls Don't Cry." Or at least parts of it.