The hero who didn't know it
Ode to a great friend and a wonderful person
Today I learned that one of my long time hero's had passed away a day earlier. It's not often that one man's passing effects the life of another unless that man is a father , brother or son, but this man has been kind of a silent hero to me. So silent that not even he knew he was. I never told him. I have had such a respect for him. Even if he didn't know you he would make you feel like you were a long time friend. When Butch smiled at you, you would grin inside for the simple fact that he thought you were relevant enough to acknowledge. He was a true bike man. His love of motorcycles showed in his hands. So did his strong work ethics. This man knew how to take something as simple as a motorcycle frame and make art on two wheels. To see his eyes light up when he talked about bikes was an absolute joy. Job wise, he was a very hard worker who knew how to get the job done. It's strange how life is... More sad than strange I guess. Life can give you a great person who lift you up to be the best person that you can be and steal him away way too early. Maybe strange isn't the right word for life at this point. Life is a shade darker. I think life is unfair. When things like this happen to such a good person the words cruel and dismal come to mind to call life. Even though he couldn't fly and had no super powers he was still a super person and a hero to at least me. I just wish I could have told him. You will be missed my friend.