We had a funeral to go to this morning for a co-worker's wife. It was very sad and very different. She and her husband are very into Harley Davidsons and motorcycles. Most of the people there were dressed in their black Harley gear with jeans, do-rags and riding boats. Most of them rode their bikes to the funeral. From the service they were caravaning by motorcycle to Beaumont for the burial. Her motorcycle was put on a trailer and being pulled by the hearse. Her husband (our co-worker) wore a sleeveless black Harley t-shirt that said "I love my wife." The preacher was wearing his Harley gear including black fingerless riding gloves while he gave the eulogy. The preacher said she is riding her dream red Classic Harley Davidson down the golden streets of Heaven right now and would have loved the "Biker Trash" send off.
On a lighter note, we're going to have dinner with friends tonight. We haven't seen Angie and A.L. in a while. It will be great. After dinner, Tommy will be watching the UFC fight and I'll be in bed snoozing for hours before the main fight even comes on. Roxie will be snuggled up to me waiting for her dad to get home.
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