While I know this is usually where we write to give each other ideas and tips or just swap jokes and stories.  I wanted to take a minute to tell you about a little gray haired woman that had won me over.  She was in her 70's but her mind was as sharp or sharper than alot of 20 and 30 somethings out there.  This was a woman who would sit and share a pot of coffee with me and we would try to solve the worlds problems while we sat at the dining room table.  Her wit was as quick as many gifted jokesters and her recall was amazing.  The only thing that saddened me was the fact that I hadn't known her earlier in my life where I could have learned so much more.  When I had said something about wanting to buy another bike, she didn't do the "bikes are dangerous" bit.  Instead she had gone out and bought a porcelain piggy bank in the shape of a pig with a leather jacket for me to save money in.  As I began to add chrome and other things to the bike she would look from her wheelchair and give her approval.  Over the last year her health began to deteriorate.  Much faster than I ever thought she would.  And like alot of us, it took a toll on her.  In my heart I want to believe that it was her body that gave out on her and that she didn't give up mentally.  But I received a call tonight as I was parked in a parking lot of a Missouri truck stop that she has passed.  As I sit here heartbroken about it I know there is nothing I can do.  I try to reason that she no longer hurts but it's the family that now hurts.  Most people aren't as lucky as I am to have had a mother-in-law that was also a friend.  She was never one for the " I love you" type of stuff.  I guess that's why as I sit here crying over her it's because I never told her that I did.  Somehow I hope she knows.  Belva, I pray that you're at peace, that you know you were loved and that I will miss you and that everytime I smell the new flowers of spring in the air as I ride that I will think of you.  So for all my friends here that have been as lucky as I, enjoy and savor the moments you have with your loved ones.  Mrs. Belva Snyder, thank you for treating me with the respect you always showed me.  Thank you for letting me see a side that you didn't show many.  Thank you for giving of your time to me when you could have easily been doing something else.  Thank you for letting me be able to sit and watch as you and your daughter were in the kitchen and made each other crazy but still could show that you loved each other.  And most importantly, thank you for the pots of coffee we shared and listening and sharing things with me those early mornings when I came in off the road.  You will never know the impact you had on me, but I know that I will feel it for years to come.  For all my friends here, thank you for letting me get this off my chest.  To all, God bless and if you could, say a little prayer for my favorite little old lady.