Behind every great JDRF Ride to Cure cyclist sits
an even greater coach. Gritty. Relentless. Demanding. Unwilling to take "no" or
"c'mon grandma I'm tired" for an answer. The type of coach who
calls you mid way through a grueling practice ride, pushing you to pick up the
pace and hurry home to mind her crippled hound dog.
But buddy do we love our coach. In fact, our world revolves around
her. She has been tasked blessed
with the purpose of raising three generations of boys. It began with my
father in ‘52, my brother and I a few decades later and into the new millennium
with Adam and Braeden. Fifty years of raising boys is bound to cause some
wrinkles, but in our opinion, there is no face more beautiful.
Coach turned 95 yesterday.
Blessing 1a is that the world has had her for all these years. Blessing 1b is that she gets to see her great
grandsons run and play on the farm like the generations of Rogers boys before
them.
