Nobody expected fifty bikers at my son’s funeral. Least of all the four teenagers who put him there.
I’m not a crier. Twenty-six years as a high school janitor taught me to keep my emotions locked down tight. But when that first Harley rumbled into the cemetery parking lot, followed by another, then another, until the whole place vibrated with thunder—that’s when I finally broke.
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