My son, Jimmy, was a member of the Hells Angels.
The last two years of his life. Prior to this he was member of the Spartans Motorcycle Club. His lifestyle had
a language I was not used to. I tried to understand his lifestyle. I feel I failed him in this respect, because
I tried and was not given enough time to do it. Now it is too late. He tried to explain so many things to me.
I was just happy he was home. I loved him and still do, UNCONDTIONALY. He expected me to and I did it without
even trying. He was proud of what he accomplished and knew I was proud of him. Not many can really do it.
His lifestyle was not mine, but I sure was willing to listen.
He'd be out working on his bike and I would watch.
He was so calm about the problems he was having with it. His father would have been throwing tools in a heartbeat if
it was his. But, Jimmy, knew how to do almost anything. He had the knack to fix anything. Why couldnt he
fix what happened to him left me very sad.
His friends in the club knew he had "IT." He was special
to most of them too. I know there are some that miss him very much. He said, "It's All Good, Mom." I asked him
to be careful and I know he tried. Anyone that really knew him, knows how special he is to me. He will always
be my ANGEL no matter what anyone says.
