A Fond Farewell

We eat right and exercise to keep fit; take the motorcycle safety course and follow all the precautions in the training. We wear our helmets and riding gear and practice safe riding habits. We say “please" and “thank you” and try to live a good and honest life. We kiss the babies, hug our parents, and are true to our friends. Yet the cruel reality is, for whatever luck of the draw, sometimes we’re dealt a bad hand.

My heart is heavy this day with the news that our good friend Bill was felled by the evil lurking within him. The out-of-control cell division that led to tumors took him from us Sunday. He fought the good fight and gave it all he had. We didn’t want him to go, but he had no say in the matter.



I hear him still, with that great sense of humor that made me laugh so on our western vacation in 2008. In my minds eye I see him riding off into the sunset on his BMW, blazing a trail before us on the great motorcycle adventure beyond. I know there is a riding group waiting for him on the other side. It is the ultimate of motorcycle rallies, and the newest member is being celebrated today.

Prepare the way for us; scout out the best heavenly routes, mark way points of the most glorious views, and set the stops beside restful waters. As for me, I will ask my friends to help me celebrate your life, and on our maiden spring ride, we will keep our passenger pegs down so you can ride with us in spirit.

Farewell our good friend Bill. Fly with the angels and keep the shiny side up.