I can't believe it'e been 16 years since that dark day. I finally got up to visit his final resting place. It took a while to find it, a small grave yard in the middle of a very small town. But I think we would have appreciated me riding up on my Harley Davidson to visit. The last time I saw him we rode together, me on my old Kawasaki, him on his new Gold Wing. Damn I wish we could take another ride.
I spent around 20 minutes with the man. Wish I had some stuff to clean the marker, it needs it. I'll be prepared next time around (and the flag needs replacement). I left a dime to mark the visit.
As I'm approaching 55 years on this earth, I know something will become more commonplace. Funerals. No one gets out of here alive, we're not young anymore, and friends are passing. This August I will ride to New York, and I'll pass by Arlington National Cemetery. I have two friends buried there. I'm seeing a pattern, unfortunately.
Rest in Peace Rich. We'll link up again sometime. And damed do I miss you.