Never thought a few days could be so long.
My bro lost his life on Sunday and we had the funeral today (Friday).
The family night was on Thursday.
He got exactly what he wanted and what we had discussed on quite a few occasions. His jeans, his shirt, his rings, and most importantly, his doo rag.
Never been to an all day long funeral, but basicaly that`s what this was. Services was to be held at 10:00 A.M. this morning.
We`ve done some ,what other people would consider some weird stuff, at biker funerals in my life, but I got to say this was a hell fo a tribute.
After us pallbearers got our Boutonnieres pinned on , we stepped out into the entrance lobby of the chapel. I was standing there when it sunk through that what I was hearing was actualy being piped through the entire place. It was Stairway To Heaven.
After that came Knocking On Heavens Door. His daughter had made a disc with the music that was played continously and had a screen set up beside the casket with a continuous slide show of David with all of us at different times when we were having fun and with him and his grandkids. Was pretty touching and one of the most cool things I had ever seen done as a tribute.
Services over and we set off on a 1 1/2 to 2 hour journey to the piney woods , ten or so mile out of Troup Texas to lay him to rest beside of his brother. Way out there in a small little place with nothing but trees, sky and quiet . Was too cool.
Of course the wife wasn`t able to make the final journey due to her condition, but she was able to attend the funeral.
Upon returning home this afternoon, myself and my wife walked over to talk to his wife. I stayed a few minutes and then had to return home because I had one of the pallbearers waiting on me. My wife stayed for a while.
After an hour or so my wife came and got me and said that David`s wife wanted to talk to me.
I went back to their house. He was supposed to go into the hospital this week for an angiogram and hopefully just angioplasty, but he had been told that it could possibly be more serious.
His wife told me that he had discussed with her what he wanted done if something unexpected happened. One of his requests was that I recieve his replica Harley collection.
So, this is what she wanted to give me. We both loved HDs and both had a collection of some pretty detailed stuff.
One of his that I got was one we had both ooed and awed over many times. It was one he had gotten on a trip to Tennessee last year. It is a hand carved, super detailed sculpture out of beautifull wood. The rest are some of the most awesome detailed replicas you can imagine.
They are now resting in shelves in my living room. Something that will always be a reminder of him, our good times and all we shared in common.
Probably a rambling most are not interested in, but means a lot to me.
Ride on bro. You will be missed, but always remembered.
