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07/01/2026

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01/17/2026

10/28/2025

Back on the road again! To book a Massage session email: [email protected]

10/27/2025

Massage is on my mind. Took some time for self healing & a blow out isn’t helping get back on the road. But this too shall pass. Allowed time to reflect, clean out & get things in order… almost done I’ve procrastinated as Gracie would say! … lol.
Give your family some love today! Thankful for everyone helping me out! Peace Therapy doesn’t always come in the form of sunshine. There’s got to be a little rain sometimes.

10/27/2025

A biker showed up at my wife's grave every week and I had no idea who he was. For six months I watched him from my car. Same day. Same time.
Every Saturday at 2 PM he'd roll up on his Harley, walk to Sarah's headstone, and sit there for exactly one hour.
He never brought flowers. Never said a word that I could see. Just sat cross-legged on the ground next to her grave with his head bowed.
The first time I saw him, I thought maybe he had the wrong grave. The cemetery's big. People get confused. But he came back the next week. And the next. And the next.
I started getting angry. Who was this guy? How did he know my wife? Why was he spending an hour every single week at her grave when some of her own family couldn't be bothered to visit once a month?
Sarah died fourteen months ago. Breast cancer. She was forty-three. We'd been married twenty years. Two kids. A good life. A normal life.
There was nothing in her past that would connect her to a biker. She was a pediatric nurse. She volunteered at church. She drove a minivan. Her idea of rebellion was putting an extra shot of espresso in her latte.
But this guy, this biker, he was grieving her like he'd lost someone precious. I could see it in the way his shoulders shook sometimes. In the way he'd press his hand against her headstone before he left.
It was driving me crazy. After three months, I couldn't take it anymore. I got out of my car and walked over while he was there.
He heard me coming. Didn't turn around. Just kept his hand on Sarah's headstone.
"Excuse me," I said. My voice came out harder than I meant it to. "I'm Sarah's husband. Mind telling me who you are?"
He was quiet for a long moment. Then he stood up slowly and said: "Your wife was my...... (continue reading in the C0MMENT)

10/26/2025

Had a blowout after leaving a clients house messed up rim. So I’m out of commission for a bit.

10/25/2025

10/25/2025

Things are not always as they appear. New day new song. Writing today. Getting things cleaned out. Finding happiness in memories of raising my kids. Packing up to move forward. Gave a family member a lighter yesterday that had my dad’s name on it.
My girls did not know my daddy until he was bed ridden in a nursing home. So I gave it to one that proudly carries his name. My dad loved all his grandkids.
Given with love. Letting go of the past is hard memories sometimes good sometimes bad but they are just memories. And after all it was just a life.
Keep on trucking! Have a blessed day.