Susan loved seeing me ride my bike. She even rode with me on a few occasions. She'd hold her arms in the air and yell 'Yahooooo.' I enjoyed her riding with me. We even rode in the mountains one weekend. She loved it, and I loved seeing her happy.
I miss her every day, and sometimes I feel her by my side sharing my new life.
She appeared to me about a week after she died, wearing her signature pink top and white shorts. Having twice called my name to get my attention, I was standing in the driveway. I turned to see her waving and smiling from ear to ear. She even showed me that she was no longer unable to walk or move by briskly walking up the sidewalk and back. That was the last time I saw her, but I have heard her multiple times.
How I wish she were with me on my new journeys in my RV home. She would love it!