There was this Marine from my hometown. Now I didn't know him and Jamie didn't know him. But he was killed in the line of duty His name was Lance Cpl. Jason Barfield he was only 22. His family asked that residents line the route from the airport where his plane came in to the funeral home. Jamie and I were going somewhere that morning. I don't remember where now and I guess it does not matter. I just know it put us on the route his body would be taking, and his family had asked for support. Jamie and I did not think there were as many people as there should have been. We discussed the fact that it seemed like a small turn out. And my daughter that always thought of others said to me "Mom do you mind if we stop and join in?" I told her no it was fine if we joined. And so she pulled into a parking lot. Got my wheel chair out and wheeled me toward the road so we could show his family some support. Where we parked were some bikers, she didn't know those particular bikers but she was proud to see them there supporting his family as we were. He was also escorted by the Patriot Guard Riders. Lots and lots of Motorcycles there that day. Which made her proud. So that was my Jamie she could be a bitch when she felt the need but she also could be the best friend you would ever want if she thought you deserved her friendship whether she knew you or not.
When it came her turn there where lots of motorcycles there for her, each and every one a friend of hers. And when they revved those engines for her it was the most beautiful tribute I have ever heard. And when they did it again at her poker run I know she was smiling. We discussed the fact that the roar of those engines at any poker run gave us chills. And was a way cool part of it beyond the fact that if you are there it was to help someone who needs your help. Love you Jamie always will, Mom.
Come on somebody cure this **it already... I am not a pink type of girl, never have been, but my grand-daughter thinks I should be now.