Open Your Fucking Eyes

I am guilty of always being in a rush too. We have places to be, dammit! Work, home, appointments, shopping, kids, friends waiting, blah blah fucking blah.

So I get it.

But I notice how little people pay attention to their surroundings when driving, especially to motorcycles. I became even more aware of it when my son started riding.

I was scared out of my fucking mind anytime he went out riding with friends but I also saw how much he loved it. It truly gave him peace. Happiness. How could I be mad about that? Isn’t that what a mother wants for her children?

So do me a favor? It doesn’t even have to be for me. Do it for anyone who rides, anyone you know who has a loved one who rides, anyone. Or just do it because you have a damn heart.

OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES.

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Author: Grief_is_a_b!tch

I am just me. A mom struggling through the grieving process after the loss of my firstborn son in December 2022 when he was only 19 years old. Struggling to balance my grief, anger, and stress while having to find a way to continue with life. Struggling to balance my grief while helping my younger son process his own. All while being angry about how grief is a bitch.

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