Super Rad and Tears at 35 mph.
It’s been six months since we lost Cooper, and it’s been a really hard emotional experience. I was in a pretty bad place until a month ago, but emotionally I’ve been coming out of it. I’ve been able to pet some dogs, and not get sad...and that’s been a really positive thing.
I know not that many people read this blog, and that makes it feel safe, but it’s out in the open and sometimes it feels good to just get some words out there. Emotionally I’ve been doing well, but other parts of life haven’t been great...but I felt it necessary to document a couple things that happened this week.
On Tuesday I did my normal commute to work which takes me over the Queensboro Bridge. The Animal Medical Center sits just under the bridge in Midtown East, and it’s rare for Cooper not to pop into my head when riding over it (we spent a lot of time there, and I can never thank them enough for what they did for us). When things aren’t going great in life I find that I end up listening to a bunch of 3rd Wave ska...something about it is comforting and light hearted.
As I cruised over the Queensboro at top speed I had The Aquabats “Super Rad” suck in my head, and was hit with an overwhelming sense of sadness combined with extremely fond memories of Cooper.
So I find myself hitting the downhill crying, and singing “Super Rad” out loud (including the horns). I can’t imagine a more perfect combination of happy and sad at the same time. A cathartic experience I will never forget.
If you haven’t seen this music video...it’s one of the best from the 90s, and not just ska...all around. It very well could have been Cooper’s theme song as he was always a super jolly dude. I miss Coop so much, and while I still get sad it’s mainly the good memories that are sticking with me...and that is super positive.
The following day on my way to work I got to the bottom of the Queensboro and my frame blew out. No Collision. No accident. Just snapped. No diea what happened.
Not really what I needed this week, but now I’m saying goodbye to my bike. Good thing the Brooklyn Bike Jumble is this weekend...fingers crossed I find a sick frame.