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Husband, father, grandfather, friend...a few of the roles acquired in 62 years of living.  I keep an upbeat attitude, loving humor and the singular freedom of a perfect laugh.  I don't let curmudgeons ruin my day; that only gives them power over me.  Having experienced death once, I no longer fear it, although I am still frightened by the process of dying.  I love to write because it allows me the freedom to vent those complex feelings that bounce restlessly off the walls of my mind; and express the beauty that can only be found within the human heart.

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Saturday, June 30, 2012

Requiem for a Sojourner



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Requiem enim Peregrinus
Requiem for a Sojourner


Life is a journey and like every other journey, it has a beginning and an end. It is an existence bound by the limits of time and space.
 
Today you left home on your motorcycle. And somewhere out on the road, the journey of your life came to an end.
 
To a rider, a motorcycle is not just a machine. It is the ticket to adventure; a way of leaving the mundane and passing through the musty wardrobe into a world where the possibilities are as limitless as the universe that surrounds us.
 
To ride is an experience and an expression of joy that, like love, can never be explained, but only felt.
 
It was in that moment when you felt most alive that you were taken away.
 
We who knew you, who loved you, who shared the joy of your life now feel an empty ache, one that will never completely heal.
 
But in the midst of our sorrows, we take comfort that your last moments were ones imbued with that singular joy of a motorcyclist in a world without horizons.
 
As we shared the road and the ride, we also shared the joy, and thus we were bound together.
 
We will think of you when we are on the road. We will think of you when we feel the urge to ride,
seeking places we’ve never been, things we’ve never seen, experiences we’ve never had.
 
When the horizon calls to us, it will be your voice that we hear.
 
You now are a Sojourner on a ride without limits on a journey of indescribable beauty. You have nowhere to be and all the time in the world to get there.
 
Joy trails in your wake. Peace lies ahead.
 
The sun is warm, the day is perfect, the road is wide open.
 
Ride on, Brother;
 
Ride on.
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