Another Rider...

This morning, I was headed to the post office along my usual route.  That's when I saw up ahead another Ghost Bike.  This one belonged to a stranger.  His name was Pedro Fernandez-Pacheco.  He died the day before Amelia.  It's strange how, miles and seemingly worlds away, only a block from my home, there is another reminder, another connection.  It's not easy to make me cry, but I could feel the tears well up in my eyes, making them sting and burn in the early morning light.