Recently, Gabriel unveiled a sidecar modification equipped with a wheelchair lift.
“For future adventures,” Gabriel explained with a smile.
Grandfather cried again.
I understand now that freedom is not defined solely by speed or distance. Freedom is the ability to remain who you are, even when your body attempts betrayal.
That morning on Ashton Bridge, moving gently at eight miles per hour, my grandfather rode farther than anyone could measure.
And no one has ever convinced me it was anything less than the right thing to do.
