A good cry

I went through my mail this morning and there was an envelope from my dear lifelong friend Donna and it contained this photo taken by her husband when they visited after Marshall was diagnosed.  Brought on a sudden short-lived cry but what a great photo.  It was especially interesting because once the motorcycle had its custom paint job he never rode it out to the house because of the rocks.  He stored it in town.  So this was probably the only time the bike was at the house.