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Hey, hey we’re the Monkey’s ! 

Boy do I remember those silly boys flailing around on the beach and making me laugh as a young girl. My heart would pitter-patter each time Davy Jones sang a song staring at me through our television consul. I was convinced he was singing to me and me alone. When he made an appearance on The Brady Bunch I was swooning along with Marcia Brady as he spoke with his adorable accent, full lips and those dreamy eyes. I was in love. What little girl didn’t have a crush on Davy? He was cute, funny, sexy, had the voice of an angel and most importantly, he was sweet and kind. Okay, so I have a secret to share; during my heartthrob crush on Davy I had a poster of him on my wall and every night before I lay myself down to a slumber I would drag my desk chair over to the wall, stand up on it and kiss my Davy goodnight. Then I would soundly fall into my sloom and dream about his songs, smile, hair and twinkly eyes that would stare right through our television and straight into my heart. That was an era when falling in love was easy and didn’t require you to loose your self confidence, pride or give yourself up in hopes to secure a relationship that inevitably would never work out. Back then love was truly a fairytale and life was innocent and free of any responsibility and heartache, and the childhood baggage that arrives later in life was simply building dust balls underneath my bed. It was a time when I didn’t much care for how my hair looked or the fact that I wore cat framed glasses and my boyish figure was just that…boyish. All that was insignificant back then. Polar opposite of how I feel today; worried about my hair, the wrinkles on my face, my shape and size, on and on my head spins. Yet, when I was little all I could focus on was the joy that was brought into my life by the sounds of the Monkeys music. An era that has sadly long passed. How did it become so complicated?

Loosing Davy Jones has stirred up so many fond memories not just of my first crush, but of the wonderment that filled me everyday as a child. Those dreams vanished as I grew into adulthood and were replaced with cold facts of the many responsibilities that I have come to bear as a grownup. The innocence has been replaced with worry over finances, broken hearts, fear of just not making it in life and finally the realization that my innocence had been forever lost. Where did the love sick little girl go? The innocent one who found joy in the poster hanging on her wall and watching with her eyes peeled to the television just to catch a glimpse of her true love. As the announcement came that my childhood sweetheart passed away at the young age of 66 I was transformed back in time and for a few hours I was able to recapture my innocence and laughter at the thought of Davy and his silly antics, bright smile and movie star hair. After all these years he was still able to make my heart sing with joy, innocence and remind me of the beautiful feelings an honest crush can offer. His death made me realize this is what I should be feeling in my love life as a grown up 49 year old woman; maintaining my innocence and allowing the wonderment to develop in my heart and life.  Oh Davy, after all the years we’ve shared together you are still able to bring out the best in me. How I will miss you. And in your honor, I will not allow myself to fall short in my future love life. I thank you for your willingness to selflessly give to me the sparkle of hope you still offer even in your death. I will miss you my sweet love and I thank you for the romance you gave me by reminding me that I need more of it even at my age.

You also prompted me to remember that life is moving closer to the finish line and therefore I have no time to waste in any area of my life. In honor of you Davy, I promise to fall deeply and passionately in love with a man who will reflect the same back to me. I promise to keep discovering the innocence that still lives inside of me thanks to your constant reminder. You will live on in all our hearts along with your charm, silly nature, sweet temperament and magnificent talent. This young girl will never forget you. Good-bye my sweet love….

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I ran everyday last week, cycled up Atlas Peak, Cycled Sonoma, 

took a day to rest and then conquered the slopes in Tahoe. I would tally that up as a pretty good 

week ~

  This is in preperation to ride 100 miles to help fight Leukemia Lymphoma. Please help me by donating to this very special cause:

http://pages.teamintraining.org/sf/ambbr12/asmiths96w