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Requiem enim Peregrinus
Requiem for a Sojourner
Life on this earth is an existence bound by the limits of time and space. Every journey has a beginning and an end, as does life itself.
Today you left home on your motorcycle. And somewhere out on the road, your journey of life came to an end.
To a rider, a motorcycle is not just a machine. It is the ticket to adventure; a way of leaving the mundane and passing through the musty wardrobe into a world where the possibilities are as limitless as the universe that surrounds us. It was in that moment when you felt most alive that death took you away.
We who knew you, who loved you, who shared the joy of your life now feel an empty ache, one that will never completely heal. But in the midst of our sorrows, we take comfort that your last moments were ones imbued with that singular joy of a motorcyclist facing an endless horizon. We will think of you when we are on the road. We will think of you when we feel the urge to ride towards that horizon seeking places we’ve never been, things we’ve never seen, experiences we’ve never had.
When the horizon calls to us, it will be your voice that we hear.
You now travel a road without limits on a journey of indescribable beauty. You have nowhere to be and all the time in the world to get there. Joy trails in your wake. Peace lies ahead. The sun is warm, the day is perfect, the road is wide open.
Ride on, Brother;
Ride on.
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