They say that when it rains
a good person has died
It rained that day
and rightly so
I was a pallbearer
One of two girls
Among eight manly hands
As I kneeled before your coffin
Just before they closed the lid
All the tears I had been trying to hold back
Came to the surface and choked me
I cried even though I said I was strong
Everyone did but I think it hit me the most
Every time I cried, someone else would
And that would make me cry even more
(I'm such a sap)
So many came to your visitation
You would have been proud
If you could see what we did for you
Grandma said you donated your eyes
So a good thing came out of this
A part of you will live on
Someone will be able to see the world now
Through your eyes
We lowered you into a vault
They buried you
We placed flowers down
I saved a red rose, it's hanging
Upside down off of my bedroom mirror
And every time I see a butterfly...
I will think of you
Author notes
Written the day of my grandfather's funeral.
When I wrote ths book in 2000, I was concerned about children having access to the Internet and to chat rooms where "you can be anyone you want." Here we are many years later and the situation with children talking freely to stangers on the Internet
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
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