Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Life cycles

Mortally injured, Dave lingered a month and then died. Businessmen sat through his funeral next to the grizzled, pony-tailed riders of his beloved Harley club.

I stood afterwards, eyes filling, as one hundred-plus bikers headed down the boulevard, Dave in tow, bearing him away even as he smiled next to me from his daughter’s eyes.

6 comments:

Wendy said...

How sad.

kenju said...

I do hope you will print this and give it to his daughter. A wonderful tribute.

Ruth said...

beautifully written...

Mauigirl said...

Beautifully said. Biker funerals are like no others...a good friend of mine's brother was a biker and he died in a car accident - she went to the funeral and it was full of the bikers as you describe them - a close knit community indeed.

pinkunderbelly said...

Very touching. Thanks for sharing.

pinkunderbelly said...

Very touching. Thanks for sharing.