I have decided to donate Marshall’s motorcycle to the Patriot Guard Riders. If you haven’t heard of them, they came into being about 14 years ago when protestors started disrupting the funerals of veterans. The bikers would attend the funerals and create a barrier between the funeral and the protestors and if the protestors started shouting, the bikers would simply rev up those Harleys! It’s a very moving thing to see.
Anyway, I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner, but this is the perfect place for Marshall’s beautiful custom painted bike to be where it can support the causes that were dear to his heart. So I’ve been spending a lot of time doing the paperwork involved in this donation. I hope to have some pictures in the future of the bike actually riding in a “Mission” — with its new “handler,” of course. So stay tuned.
My pacemaker got a little wonky but a visit to the cardiologist fixed that, I think. We’ll see after a few more days.
And we can now add vertigo to my list of ailments. It’s like there’s a little black cloud over my head.
And even though we all knew where my brother was heading, I still miss having him in my world.
