This past weekend I attended the memorial service for Rich “Pa / Pops” Sowers. He was an old friend of mine who loved computers and taking photos of his family. He was a true old school gadget guy, and he told me several times about all of the early model computers he had back in the day when you had to buy them from Radio Shack. He passed away two weeks ago on a motorcycle ride at Detroit Lake, which lucky for him, was exactly the way he wanted to spend his last moments in this life. During the service, his son David read “A Bikers Prayer”, which really hit home with me in how I remember Pops, and how I remember the life journey of my own Pop (who passed away 6 months before I met Rich).
If someone who attended the service could please scan and email a copy of the card that was handed out, I would greatly appreciate it.

A BIKERS PRAYER
May the sun rise in front of me
May the rain fall behind me
And the wind follow me
May the angels of my brothers and sisters
Who have gone before me
Guard my travels
For they know the perils
Of the road ahead of me
Keep me safe through the rough city streets
On my way to the land of swirling turns
And rolling hills
Let the colours of fall keep me warm
Let the eagle guide me to the mountaintops
Let the moons light guide me
Through the night
May my tyres not fail me
Nor my engine grow old
May my bike draw life
From the streams i pass
Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp
Let the air of spring breathe life
Into my soul
To journey to another adventure
Besides my brothers and sisters