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uwu boll Apr 23
Sorry I’ve been MIA this month. My dad was given weeks to live and I had to rush back home to upstate ny and get what time I could have left with him & process. He passed last night. It’s hard to see someone larger than life go. But I’m so glad I got to say goodbye.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
My dad’s bff and my cousin came up and started hugging me and saying they weren’t sure if they could hold it together when they saw me but were glad I’m here. We talked about how death is inevitable for everyone and then shared stories of my dad pranking people and talking shit
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
They told me I’d always always always have family here and then more sharing stories about my dad being a bravado-laden big hearted guy who we love and who loves me. We talked about how much our motorcycles mean to us and how you can’t have any regrets.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
I’m not sure if there’s another interaction that so well sums up the best of the biker community that I come from.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
I got to say goodbye for several days, not something most people get and I’m forever grateful for that. We still had a hard time with feelings face to face, so I wrote him a note.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
Idk. I’ll leave it at that because I’m already a mess and idk I just wish everyone got to know how amazing of a human my dad is.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
My dad re: biker clubs: “I never felt the need to be part of a group, and I definitely didn’t want to lead one. What I love to do is ride. I don’t need to be with 10 guys or 100 guys to ride around and feel tough or beat people up.”
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
I was in his hospital room for days and there was maybe 1 hour where it was just us. Constant streams of people came in to tell him they love him and see if he needs anything. I got to hear so many stories about him that I never want to forget.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
my parents got married to a parade of motorcycles after a church wouldn’t let them marry for “living in sin” (I was 1 already). someone got rice to throw but it was instant and left white powder all over his tux. So a hells angel slapped him all over trying to get it off. HARD.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
I was born in a house surrounded by swamp but my dad dug everything out and kinda like terraformed it before I was old enough to have memories my dad also built an entire structure just to dunk on someone once who’d been a petty fucker to him for a long time.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
my dad met one of his best friends (6’5” redhead biker with a beard down to his bellybutton) bc he saw some bikes on the side of the road and thought they were broke down and stopped to help but then This Guy emerged from the bushes and yelled “PARTY TILL YOU PUKE”
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @notquitefrodo
which, weirdly, is identical in spirit to how I met and befriended my best friend . But I didn’t tell my dad that story back for obvious reasons. He didn’t tell his mom about the Hells Angels in the wedding party either. There’s an understanding.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
When I told him I was going to make a creative gig my main thing he encouraged me. He still tells people all the time about the music performances he saw that I did back when I was younger. ...Unfortunately the fav story is when I did Suteki Da Ne at a high school talent show.
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uwu boll
For all the weird shit and harassing phone calls and other shit GGers threw his way after doxing him along with me, he never was anything but understanding and supportive and proud of how I handled it and kept going. He was someone who always had everyone’s backs.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
he never erased the stupid sailor moon sigils I drew on my childhood bedroom, either.
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uwu boll Apr 23
Replying to @UnburntWitch
No one is ever really gone. Not as long as you keep them with you.
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Samantha Cook Apr 26
Replying to @UnburntWitch
He sounds like such a wonderful human. I'm so sorry you lost him so young. My dad died out of the blue in January. I can't imagine a long goodbye, but it's good you could plan for things like voicemail. I hope you can take the space you need during this Death's Secretary period.
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uwu boll Apr 26
Replying to @cookthesam
Sorry for your loss and thank you for your condolences.
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