My friend Tommy McNevin passed away two nights ago.  He always used to say things like “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”, “When you lose someone you love the love never dies.”, and “When somoene throws lemons at you make lemonade and share it.”  The cliche serves true that you don’t realize the things that you have until you don’t have them anymore.  It seems like just yesterday everyone was talking about him and the love of his love whom is gorgeous inside and out sprnding the rest of their lives together with him and their beautiful kids.  They are just as wondeful as their mother, and even though Tommy was not their biological father they called him “dad” becaused he loved them unconditionally and they loved him back.  I pondered why somoene so young would have his life taken in that way, but then I laughed for a moment about that Billy Joel song, “Only the Good Die Young”, and I truly remembered how lovely and good of a person he was.  I personally don’t know all of you readers and writers, but I love the fredom a motorcycle gives you.  The bold uninhibitedness, the wind in our hair, no entrapment by doors and a roof, but then I rethought the idea of the hobby that I live for for all of its risks because if you never take risks because the other side of door might contain scary things you don’t wish to see, you will never know if your risk taking will lead to true happiness instead of a bad outcome.  He was never afraid of anything.  He loved driving his tow truck, he loved helping others, and he already had the fatherly instinctc to be just what my fiances sister needed to help make their bond more special, so I love all who read this piece with one comment!  One who is afraid of death lives in fear and can’t live life to the fullest, so stop being afraid and start living.