This is Miyagi’s bike. After he was diagnosed & realized he couldn’t drive, he was determined to still get around. He asked for a bike & our dad got this for him. He couldn’t wait to ride it. He tried but his body wouldn’t let him. After he passed, I asked to keep the bike. I cry almost every time I ride it. When I had to get the seat changed, I cried. When our dad gave me the flashlight he bought for the bike that he had been holding onto, I cried. When I thought I needed new tires, I cried. For Miyagi’s birthday earlier this month, our family rode bikes on the beach. It was a hilarious mess. I didn’t realize until I got back home that I probably have to get new handle bar grips, I cried. Although he never got to ride his bike, it’s still his & I just want to hold onto as much of him as possible. I know I’m supposed to remember the good things & sometimes I do. But a lot of the times I don’t. This pandemic has had similarities that are eerily reminiscent of the last 2yrs we had with Miyagi, down to the Summer Olympics. And the memories are paralyzing at times. Yesterday marked 9yrs since Miyagi’s been gone. I miss everything about him. The only way I’ve survived this long without him is because of my family. Thank you guys for being my lifeline. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to explain 💜 @momytina @ogdrchill @milaj @hoodstar_ar @jheneaiko @reeeennaa