I was heading west Massachusetts Interstate 90 into the New York Thruway, towards Buffalo NY, it was around 8pm. 5 hours into the ride and the rain would not stop with heavy fog. I continued riding and getting very, very cold, it was around 31 degrees Farenheit - 0 Celsius. I did not want to stop riding. It gets darker and darker. I stopped for gas and I was shivering, SO cold. Checked my iPhone for the time, noticed a text message from my son. I replied to him to let him know how cold I was. He says, "Mom, you need to get off that highway and stop riding, it is too dangerous". Worried son, he knocks some sense into this woman. I thought, "ok, will stop". Checked iPhone for a hotel nearby and called one, the lady was super nice and said my motorcycle will be secure in the parking lot. 10 miles down the interstate, it seemed like an eternity, "yes, I could feel the warm blankets already". It took me a few hours before I stopped shaking from being so cold.
I tried not to allow the bad things happening in Boston ruin my visit with my cousin. The family was super happy to see me. The next day, we went into the base to take a few photos. I had such a wonderful time with the soldiers on base. Then, during that evening, I receive a call from my son explaining that my nephew was in a horrible motorcycle accident and was dying. I composed my feelings and the next day, rode with a heavy heart home. I rode as fast as I could trying to reach my nephew. Finally, I arrive at the trauma center and he is in a comma. They did not know if he was going to live but only time could tell. A few weeks later, he starts breathing on his own and is doing better now. Long rehab ahead of him, but he is alive.