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My Dying Biker Father Taught My Son One Lesson — We Didn’t Understand Until the Funeral

My Dying Biker Father Taught My Son One Lesson — We Didn’t Understand Until the Funeral

Geekrew Originals · Jun 26, 2026 · 198 reads · 1 part · 10 min read

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My father was not a gentle-looking man. Even sick, he made nurses pause in doorways. He had prison-blue tattoos on his forearms from a young life he never polished up for family dinners. One said HOLD FAST. One said MERCY, which always made people laugh until they realized he wasn’t joking. His knuckles had old faded letters that had blurred with age. His…

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