My Son Told People His Biker Dad Had Died Because He Was Ashamed — Now He’s the One Fighting for His Life
My son told the world his biker father was dead because he was ashamed of me. And now, I’m the only one standing by his bedside as he slowly dies.
I’m in a cold hospital room, the kind that smells of antiseptic and fear. Machines hum, beep, and hiss around us, doing the work my son’s body can no longer do for itself.
I press my lips to his sweaty forehead, my tears dripping onto the thin hospital sheet, and I remember..
My son told the world his biker father was dead because he was ashamed of me. And now, I’m the only one standing by his bedside as he slowly dies.
I’m in a cold hospital room, the kind that smells of antiseptic and fear. Machines hum, beep, and hiss around us, doing the work my son’s body can no longer do for itself.
I press my lips to his sweaty forehead, my tears dripping onto the thin hospital sheet, and I remember..
