I used to marvel at ‘older’ people when they would comment ‘I’ve been to the funeral of 4 friends this year’ and wonder naively, wow, four friends die in less than a year. What happened to them? I know what happened, they got old!!
With the PGR I’ve made many friends, most older than me. We go to these missions (PGR word for funeral) and see each other, we hug and cry (yes, damn it, bikers cry) seeing the sacrifice a family has made. Some people you get close to, others you know by site only.
A friend’s husband died a little over a year ago, another friend I’ve blogged about here and here is fighting cancer, one PGR member and friend got killed riding his bike in Tennessee, another died in his sleep the first of the year and my blodfather got me started doing this by having a heart attack.
Now I find out almost a week after the fact, Dirtbike, (a.k.a Dirtbag, or Douchebag) has had a ‘heart event’ (his words) and has been in the hospital for about a week. He lives near the Michigan line and not seeing him for weeks is not uncommon but to find out he has been in the hospital for a week was like getting hit by a truck.
DirtBag and Me
So what am I saying... Everybody (PGR friends, work frineds, and bloging friends) just stop!! No more getting older, no more ‘heart events’ no more cancer, no more making me feel like there’s a bike parked on my chest. My heart can’t take it.
8 comments:
I'll stop!
BTW...tell dirtbike I said hello and get better fast! BTW, why's he in the hospital? email me
Dave, the inevitable fact all us old fuckers get older , just life, My wife and her friend a wife of a fellow PGR you know have a pact that no one gets sick or dies, well we know that is bull, just enjoy the time you have with any and all friends and cry when there gone , don't know any other way,
Steve
((((hugs)))) I know what you mean.... totally. :(
tell dirtbike that Momma Kat from GA says to get well sooon (and, as soon as he's well, smack him once for me, for not telling you about it!)
This is why the grass is tall, my projects aren't done, and the bike is due for an oil change again.
If not for the miles put on the bike I would not have met some very good people, and one of my best friends.
You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now. ~Joan Baez
Sorry about your friend DNR. I'll include him in prayers
Dazd - Thanks and you need to call him!!
Kartman - Yeah, but I don't have to like it!!!
Kat - I did
Don - Amen, my friend, AMEN!!
Freddie - Thanks!!
LOL Queenie, your the best!
Dave, I just looked at that pic of you and Dirtbike and just remembered I TOOK IT, LOL
Steve
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