This strikes a chord uncomfortably close to home, after reading Eric’s story; I simply don’t know what to say, except maybe,
I offer my sincerest condolences to Eric’s surviving family members, friends, and acquaintances, with heartfelt empathy regarding the loss of Eric as a father, a husband, a son, a brother, and fellow rider, and I hope everyone, “comes to terms”, with this loss, and somehow shoulders one another’s burdens.
As motorcycle riders, it’s not about what you ride, it’s that you ride! We should all bear in mind that our next ride could be our last. We all know life is precious, but so is freedom of choice, and when the quality of life diminishes to a point of unimaginable suffering, mental aguish and physical pain, a personal choice is often freely made, based on the fullness, or lack thereof, ones own life. Who can judge this decision, to even experience a brief taste of such a state of being can bring down giants, enough said. Until we are there, then we truly do not know, or can possibly imagine, his life of hell. This brother no-longer experiences life as we know it, in a quiet rescue and escape, he stepped through another doorway, all I can say, or think, is, catch you later, and may “God’s speed” be with you now.
Brian
