I was just witness to a really moving moment — the Officer Down Memorial Ride 2008. I was at the Highway 70/401 and Tryon Road intersection. The light was just about to give me the green arrow to turn right. Suddenly, but with much grace, six or eight Wake County deputies on motorcyles rolled into the intersection. Each one circled in front of a line of traffic and then pulled into position. After clearing all the traffic coming up the other side of Tryon, in rolled hundreds and hundreds of bikers.
When the officers literally rolled into the intersection, that alone was enough to stop your breath for just a second. Then off in the distance the bikes were visible. As the gentle roar of their engines approached, it was obvious just how many riders there were. It was so fantastic that other riders in the stopped traffic even stood up off their bikes to catch a glimpse. About made me cry.
While I’m talking tears, I attended the first wedding of any of my friend’s CHILDREN. How’s that for good golly, Old Molly. It was a beautiful outside ceremony with a wonderful Methodist minister. In his reading of 1 Corinthians 13, I realize I like the part just before the usual words most use. “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.”
The ceremony and reception took place at The Hudson Manor in Louisburg, which was just beautiful. It was wonderful to see all of Bertha’s family, her sisters and brother, her children and grandchildren, all dancing and laughing. I was so happy for her.
Lindsay and Tommy
I am I think. I think I am. 