AUNTIE JANET

For those of you who were lucky enough to participate in the ‘Vote For Your Favorite Patch’ on Leo’s Biker vest, here are the results.  Leo’s vest not only makes me cry when I see or think of it..because I can so see him being so proud when he wore it … but it also makes me happy and I laugh for the same reason!  The vest is so ‘Leo’.  … My love to you Baby Leo, I hope you are riding the biggest baddest harley up there in Heaven!  My Love to my sister and Andy…May the angels hold you as you weep.

Top two winners were

It’s not the desitnation…. it’s the journey --- with 11 points

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What a long strange trip it’s been---- with 10 points

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Ride it like you stole it….8

If I have to explain, you won’t understand…. 8

Bad Ass Boys – Ride Bad Ass Toys… 7

Proud to be an American…7

Normal people scare me…. 6

Heavily sedated for your protection…6

Caution- Does not play well with others…. 5

POW*MIA – You are not forgotten…. 5

Born to be wild….5

Bomb Squad… If you see me running… try to keep up…. 5

Bad to the Bone…. 4

Ride hard or stay home…. 4

Too many freeks, not enough circuses…. 2

Live to Ride…. 2

My Helmet, my choice…. 1

Bikers are a rare breed…. 0

GRANDMA & GODMOTHER

·         My Sweet Leo,
It is August 12 in Florida and it's been 3 months since you left us for your permanent home.

·         I Love you and miss you my Hito

MOM (CHRISTINE)

This day of grieving for you my son which is three months to the day and only seems like yesterday.  I still buy things for you not wanting to believe.  Today the third month of your passing I found this poem in a drawer and believe you meant for me to find it.  You sent it to me, but oh, I miss you, and wonder if my heart will ever mend.  I love you and I'm glad you're finally happy, but I selfishly want you here with me. SAFELY HOME I AM HOME IN HEAVEN, DEAR ONE; OH, SO HAPPY AND SO BRIGHT! THERE IS PERFECT JOY AND BEAUTY IN THIS EVERLASTING LIGHT. ALL THE PAIN AND GRIEF IS OVER EVERY RESTLESS TOSSING PASSED; I AM NOW AT PEACE FOREVER. SAFELY HOME IN HEAVEN AT LAST. DID YOU WONDER I SO CALMLY TROD THE VALLEY OF THE SHADE? OH! BUT JESUS’ LOVE ILLUMINED EVERY DARK AND FEARFUL GLADE. AND HE CAME HIMSELF TO MEET ME IN THAT SO HARD TO TREAD. AND WITH JESUS’ ARM TO LEAN ON COULD I HAVE ONE DOUBT OR DREAD? THEN YOU MUST NOT GRIEVE SO SORELY, FOR I LOVE YOU DEARLY STILL. TRY TO LOOK BEYOND EARTH’S SHADOWS PRAY TO TRUST OUR FATHER’S WILL. THERE IS WORK STILL WAITING FOR YOU, SO YOU MUST NOT IDLY STAND; DO IT NOW, WHILE LIFE REMAINETH- YOU SHALL REST IN JESUS’ LAND WHEN THAT WORK IS COMPLETED. HE WILL GENTLY CALL YOU HOME; OH, THE RAPTURE OF THAT MEETING, OH, THE JOY TO SEE YOU COME.

ANDY

Well Homie: 

We just got back from Albuquerque!  Yeah, I know you know but for the sake of all those who don’t, I was just giving them a point of reference.  So how’d you like it?  Of course you did!  Hell, everybody there was crying.  I thought you weren’t supposed to cry anymore.  OH!  So you still have spiritual feelings?  I didn’t figure you’d be allowed to watch, it being sad and all.  Everybody thinks you’re in a blissful state of happiness and you don’t remember any of us down here.  What the hell is that suppose to mean?  You don’t?  So, I’m just making this stuff up?  Wait a minute, first you say I’m making this up and then you say I should still do it?  Why should I?  So, by doing this you’ll still be remembered and I’m just venting.  NO, I don’t want you to be forgotten but I don’t want to write your memoriam either.    OK!  OK! But if I don’t get this right somebody’s gonna be upset.  What I know about you I probably shouldn’t write.  It’s not good to write some things about people in your situation.  I know you had a good demeanor.   I wouldn’t be writing this at all if you’d woken up when you were suppose to.  See, I told you somebody’d get upset.  Anyway, thanks again for helping me get the roof on the back porch.  Of course I’m changing the subject cuz I’m liable to say something bad about you.  No, I didn’t say you were any worse than the rest of us when it comes to searching for the limelight.  Did I say that right?  What the hell is the limelight anyway?  Anyway, I’m glad to see you’re doing alright.  Well, excuse me, Mr. Sensitive, I’m not the one who didn’t wake up and make everybody cry.  Yes, you could’ve.  It’s nobody elses fault but your own.  You knew better than anyone else what could happen.  Yeah, but you didn’t tell the doctors that, did you?  Asshole! 

I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS BUBBA. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Love Andy!

July 29, 2011