Tomahawk202
It'll make ya feel good..
My brother was killed in a motorcycle crash last week. Having been a cop for 13 years, and loving to go riding with my little bro, I always knew that something like this could happen to me or my brother. I always wished it would have been me, instead of him.
One reason I hated riding with him, is because of the fact that if something did happen, like he got hit or lost control of his bike, I would see him go down, and then I would go down, and not be able to help him. So I avoided riding with him for awhile, and now he is gone, forever. I have scraped plenty of people off the roads in Maryland over the years. The two bikes racing on Rt. 301 north, coming from Budds Creek MIR one night, hit a car and killed two people, the guy just riding on his harley through Pope's Creek Road one sunday morning, and going around a turn, lost control of his beautiful Harley, and died at the scene. That guy was a retired DC cop.
I have seen alot, but just like in war, losing someone you care about isn't supposed to happen to you, it's supposed to happen to someone else. It's a different person's problem, not mine. As if to say, my family will live forever. Now I know, it's not true.
Losing a brother or sister hurts. I'm not pissed at him for riding too fast, we all loved to ride a little fast. But I just feel, empty inside. Me and my two little brothers were so close, even though we lived away from each other, I always got to speak to them every couple of days. Now my brother is gone, another statistic about how dangerous motorcycles can be.
I was always called a hero by him. My exploits on the battlefields across this planet were always highly respected by him. The service that I gave as a cop and my father as a 31 year police veteran, was always highly regarded by him. He called us heroes for some ODD reason. But let me tell you about a REAL hero....
My brother was an organ donor. His veins were taken, so now somoene else is able to walk, his eyes were taken, so now someone is able to see. And his heart is still beating, but now in someone's else's chest, keeping them alive to see their loved ones, one more day. To me, that's a hero. Not what I did in some distant hell-hole. But what he has done, right here, right now.
I loved/love my brother very much. So much..... But please don't put your family and/or friends through what me and my family are feeling right now. If you ride a bike, wear your helmet securely fastened, and please be careful. If you don't ride, but know someone who does, advise them to do the same.
Give em a kiss and a hug, because you never know.....
God bless and thanks for reading.
One reason I hated riding with him, is because of the fact that if something did happen, like he got hit or lost control of his bike, I would see him go down, and then I would go down, and not be able to help him. So I avoided riding with him for awhile, and now he is gone, forever. I have scraped plenty of people off the roads in Maryland over the years. The two bikes racing on Rt. 301 north, coming from Budds Creek MIR one night, hit a car and killed two people, the guy just riding on his harley through Pope's Creek Road one sunday morning, and going around a turn, lost control of his beautiful Harley, and died at the scene. That guy was a retired DC cop.
I have seen alot, but just like in war, losing someone you care about isn't supposed to happen to you, it's supposed to happen to someone else. It's a different person's problem, not mine. As if to say, my family will live forever. Now I know, it's not true.
Losing a brother or sister hurts. I'm not pissed at him for riding too fast, we all loved to ride a little fast. But I just feel, empty inside. Me and my two little brothers were so close, even though we lived away from each other, I always got to speak to them every couple of days. Now my brother is gone, another statistic about how dangerous motorcycles can be.
I was always called a hero by him. My exploits on the battlefields across this planet were always highly respected by him. The service that I gave as a cop and my father as a 31 year police veteran, was always highly regarded by him. He called us heroes for some ODD reason. But let me tell you about a REAL hero....
My brother was an organ donor. His veins were taken, so now somoene else is able to walk, his eyes were taken, so now someone is able to see. And his heart is still beating, but now in someone's else's chest, keeping them alive to see their loved ones, one more day. To me, that's a hero. Not what I did in some distant hell-hole. But what he has done, right here, right now.
I loved/love my brother very much. So much..... But please don't put your family and/or friends through what me and my family are feeling right now. If you ride a bike, wear your helmet securely fastened, and please be careful. If you don't ride, but know someone who does, advise them to do the same.
Give em a kiss and a hug, because you never know.....
God bless and thanks for reading.
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