I Hate Thinking of Subject Lines

I Hate Thinking of Subject Lines
Current mood: crushed

I know there is supposed to be this great plan and a reason for everything and that someone is in control of things that happen, or something. But I don't know if I'll ever understand why some things have to happen. I don't really have the right words at the moment, just ramblings. This man was one of my role models. I learned how to ride on his old V-Star, and he always had my back, regardless of the situation. When I was a new rider, he slowed down the haul ass of the club to make sure I was taken care of. I was one of the first females to be able to ride with those guys, because he said so. When Daniel and I first got together, he told "the new boyfriend" to take care of me, because I was like a daughter to him. I called him dad, old man, Dawg. But was one of the few who could call him other things that only "the daughters he never had" know about. It still doesn't seem real, and I miss him more than I realized I would.

I can't speak of him as an officer, or a friend like others can. So I'll leave that to one of his PeaceKeepers brothers:

Brothers,
Always remember the good times. Dawg was the living personification of the Peace Keepers Motorcyle Club. He exemplified the concepts of Loyalty, Honor, Duty,and Brotherhood that this club stands for. Everyone of us has experienced the wonderful person that Dawg was. We will never forget his generosity-what is mine is yours, his compassion, his humor, that quirky smile that leaves you wondering "what is he up to now?", his commitment to his core beliefs and values, his devotion to seeing things through, his commitment in the way that he took care of those who needed help, his devotion to duty and responsibility in that he never shirked his duty whether it was his family, his job, his community or his club. We have all experienced that sense of belonging that only Dawg could bring. Dawg was a builder-not a destroyer. Dawg was a mediator and a mender. Dawg was a protector. Dawg stood his post and took care of his watch. Dawg was a leader and it was easy to follow. Once again he is ahead of us, scouting out the path to a fabulous ride. We will see him again-no doubts about that-but for now, I already miss him. Terribly. Keep the Faith.