Sorry for your losses.
Both my parents are gone but there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of them and miss them.
My Dad got me started riding.
I was 7 years old in 1958 when he came home with a brand new BMW.
That's where it all began and I've been riding for almost 50 years.
They may be gone, but you will never forget the good times.
I have many good memories and I hope you do too.