Illusion or imagination? For many years after my father was murdered, that was my life’s pivotal question. That day, the one before I was to be immersed into heartbreaking darkness, was ironically illuminated by the sun and a happiness only this little boy could muster. On the back of Dad’s Harley, warm sunrays shined down on me, possibly wanting to provide me strength for all that was to come. Maybe that’s why it shined down on us all, including dad’s brothers who followed him, in more ways than one. No, they weren’t a blood family, but a brotherhood—a loyalty no amount of money could buy. And now, for the very first time, on my tenth birthday, I was a part of that comradeship.
~Tethered by the Sea
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