“I am.” I said as I looked at the names carved into the stone.
“I keep thinking about Uncle Will.” I added and Jace nodded.
“He would have liked this.” He said and I smiled.
“He would have complained about the motorcycles being too clean.” I said and Jace laughed quietly.
“That sounds about right.” He said.
The tension around us eased slightly, and several members began sharing stories about the fallen brothers.
Mason told a story about a member named Tommy who once tried to repair a motorcycle after drinking too much beer, and apparently the result had been so terrible that everyone had spent the next morning fixing the damage.
Another member remembered a brother named Ray who had apparently been incapable of arriving anywhere on time.
The stories made people laugh, and that was w
