But there is another side. Of course there is. There is always another side, and for me, it's the triggers. There have been many, sometimes occurring almost one on top of the other. Like seeing bikers taking their last, precious rides of the season, riding in a truck the same make, model and color as Brian's, doing everyday errands like picking up mulch or truck parts, smelling the familiar smells of solvents, oil and other chemicals in a shop, hearing a Fleetwood Mac song (Brian would have only cared about Stevie Nicks, of course and would have completely disregarded the rest of the band), driving secondary highways to visit a hydro dam and generating station, getting advice about downshifting on mountain roads. What's interesting is that the triggers are oddly comforting. Instead of the searing pain I've experienced before, when they occur, I feel like he's nearby.
It's such a blending of past and present with the recognition that the future has potential to be great - looking forward while remaining connected to the past. It's ironic, but it is because of Brian's death that I'm so able to appreciate every moment life has to offer. There are are no guarantees about tomorrow. Live today in color.


