my final words on the subject.
as a strange twist of fate would have it, i played an instrumental part in the memorial service.
as program director of the grange it's my job to rent the hall, and monitor it's activities. several hundred family members and friends attended, along with the representitives of several of the areas m/c clubs, none of which knew in person the young women involved, they led the prosession (sp) to the internment site. the family was deeply moved by the gesture. on behave of the members, at red wines suggestion, i offered our condolences. i had placed the flag at half staff in honor of the memorial.
my biggest task was to get the 100 car pack across a busy highway at 1715hrs in the afternoon. no small task i might add.. i then switched the hall from all chairs, to chairs and tables, before they returned from the internment site.
i spent a few minutes with her grandfather before they returned, and quietly slipped away (we have a firm no booze policy and i didn't want to be around to enforce it).
i think the thing that touched me the most was all the bikers who showed up without knowing her, a show of brotherhood. a brotherhood i'm proud to belong to, along with all you fine members.
enough of my serious side, back to the smart arsed sluggo you all know and most love.
ride safe, be well,
sluggo
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