A Huge Bearded Biker Took My Elderly Mother on Weekly Drives for Years—After Her Funeral, He Looked Me in the Eye and Said, “You Need to Know Where We Really Went.”

a little while later, without looking at me, he asked if I could make him eggs again next Sunday.

I told him yes.

Every Sunday for as long as he wanted.

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