I was driving to work this morning thinking about our brother Silverbullitt. Thinking about how fortunate both I and my family are. Thinking about how I don't ever want to forget him and his family, even though I really didn't know them. Thinking about how much his Z probably meant to him and the pleasure he got from it. Thinking about how, if he was anything like me, other non-vetters thought he was crazy for walking, talking and thinking about his Z all the time, which judging from his posts I believe he was.
I have an idea for a little memorial for him. I propose that whenever we get together as a group at events, etc. (like Eckler's in Oct.) we reserve a space (right up front), properly marked with some sort of placard, for Silverbullitt. That way he can join in with the rest of us like he probably would have wanted to do. Maybe we could snap some pics and pics of the brick dedicated to him and send them to his family in some kind of book, if everyone thinks that's appropriate, to show them that Silverbullitt had a lot of folks that really cared about him and miss him.
Just an idea from a man still looking for the how and why of it all.
I have an idea for a little memorial for him. I propose that whenever we get together as a group at events, etc. (like Eckler's in Oct.) we reserve a space (right up front), properly marked with some sort of placard, for Silverbullitt. That way he can join in with the rest of us like he probably would have wanted to do. Maybe we could snap some pics and pics of the brick dedicated to him and send them to his family in some kind of book, if everyone thinks that's appropriate, to show them that Silverbullitt had a lot of folks that really cared about him and miss him.
Just an idea from a man still looking for the how and why of it all.