I Love My Biker Father More Than Anything But What He Did On My Wedding Day Destroyed Me

Dad missed walking me down the aisle. But he’s been walking beside me every day since. And he’ll walk beside Harper too, this little girl who’ll never meet him but will know him through every story I tell and every ride we take together.

That’s not loss. That’s legacy. And legacy is just another word for love that refuses to end.

So yeah, I love my biker father. I always will. And every time I ride, every time I hear that engine roar, every time I feel that freedom, I hear his voice one more time:

“Ride free, Little Wing. Ride free.”

And I do, Dad. I do.

For both of us.