Bagpipes don’t get played around here too often, but it draws me right to them.
Got a piper for my biker friend’s funeral.
We made a pact that whomever was left would do so.
Typical Amazing Grace but I requested Loch Lomond, too.
You can’t imagine hundreds of badass bikers crying like babies as she played that.
Then I went up with a silver dime and “ crossed her palm” as is the ancient tradition
She clasped it and tears welled up in her eyes.
She was authentic and knew the significance.
Despite our clans being historical enemies from 400 years ago,I wore his tartan on my bonnet and cried like a damn fool.
I loved that man.