Ride on
Brother's best mate died. Brother spent hours trying to talk him awake ... he never came out of the coma.
This guy was best man at my brother's wedding. On a dare, he shaved his (rather thin and straggly) hair into a mohawk. And while the other groomsmen were wearing black dress shoes with their sharp black suits, he wore electric blue sneakers.
He was thirty-five years old and had two small children he adored.
His family have asked people to come to the funeral in their racing gear. And I bet there will be a few motocross bikes, engines revving, as well.
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