"There are people and nations, Heavenly Father, that I would like to say to you by name.
I entrust them to you in silence, I entrust them to you in the way that you know best."

~Pope John Paul II



Today at 2:00pm I assembled with my family, friends, along with some very close Brothers and Warriors for the purpose of laying my Uncle Steve to his final resting place. He passed away around 4:30am a few days ago, I have not really slept or been very coherent since so I will have to look at the celendar later and post the exact date, etc.

My Uncle and I shared a amazing relationship and few if any probably knew him better than I was lucky enough to have gotten to..4 days or so before he died, he called together the officers of his Motorcycle Club and asked them to "pass his patch" to me... in other words.. to strike his life from the membership roster, and
replace it with mine... i would not have to prospect in, I would simply take up his Colors and carry on for him in his place.... it was a honor I can not describe... I am really close to those guys and they have really held me together through all of this...

His closest friend and a high ranking member of the Club carried my Uncles urn to the funeral...not in a funeral service car like most people...but right there on my Uncles Harley... a last ride... that was so hard to watch...but I know it was absolutely the right way to do it and the best honor or tribute we could have shown him... my family was really honored to have us (all the guys from the Club) wrap his urn in his biker vest and the club colors and we literally...closed the grave by hand...no shovels... no cemetery service doing it like most funerals.... we put one handful after another in...until it was done..


/>I dont know how i am doing yet...i have stayed pretty messed up since he died... trying to outrun the reality of it. This is harder than losing my own Father.. he was my Uncle... is my Uncle.. and also one of my best friends... a father figure to me... a teacher... bizine$$ partner of over 12 years... and as of the day they initiated me into the Brotherhood.... a Brother to me as well.

I know I'll be ok.. too many big ass dudes care about me to let me fall down... thank God.. because, yeah... this is really...really....really hard for me.



/>I miss you already. I know you are ok. You just better have shit popp'n when I get there... if you can find a little something-something up there in heaven....save me one... you know how we do..

~bobby






.....and as I log off of here and head to bed to try to sleep...I rememeber something a O.G. once told me..
"Gods favorites have a hard time..."