09/03/2026
It’s su***de awareness month and I tend to go heavy talking about it during September. Please remember that you matter, there IS help and there IS hope. I promise the world is better with you in it.
At the end of August 2010 my Dad took his life, with his birthday only a short few days way on September 9. I was 18 years old. My family and I changed after that day, our entire worlds did.
This was the last time I ever heard these bikes. They were both my Dad’s and he was a daily rider. They were given to my brothers, who are seen here riding them home to their states. Not much later we all moved even further away from each other.
But what no one warned me about, is just how loud the silence was when you lose someone who had such a loud presence in yours and many people’s lives. Rather it was his voice or the music he played or riding loud motorcycles, you KNEW my dad was around. This is probably why I am the way I am, from my music volume to being oddly loud yet quiet.
