Sept 19 through Sept 27, I rode in honor of my father Henry Jensen.

Saturday morning my father went to Heaven. He was not just my dad – he was my friend. In his actions not words, he taught me values that I can only hope to emulate in his love for the Lord and his love for others. He will be missed - but I know he is in a far better place now!

I held my father's hand as he ascended at 1:35 AM on Saturday 9/19, went home flooding my wife with tears and mounted my bike to what turned into a week of honoring and remembrance of my dad - doing what i enjoy the most - riding my bike.

My early ride starts alone in the quietness and peacefulness of the night provided me with clear thoughts of special moments with my dad; looking to the stars, hearing waves hit the shore, feeling the mist in the valleys and bogs, and experiencing the sunrise to each new day.

9 days. 9 rides. 919 miles for my dad.

I love you Dad.

Showing 1 reaction

Please check your e-mail for a link to activate your account.
  • Eric Jensen
    published this page in Why I Ride 2020-09-28 10:31:36 -0400
Spread the word