His headstone is ivory.
Brennan "Wolf" O'Shea. Emerald Isle MC Co-Founder. Husband. Father. Friend. Warrior of God. 1955-2004
I've stared at these words for the last hour, but I can't find anything to say to him. There's pain hiding somewhere in me, but it won't come out. It's like everything is stuck behind an invisible dam in my heart. Part of me wants it to break. I want to scream, cry, and lose my mind. The other part fears that I won't stop if I start. All the hope I held onto for fifteen years included coming home to my father. But instead, I've come home to his body, rotten in the ground, and the realization that whatever life I get to have, he won't be part of it.
"Do you know how he was killed?" I ask, not bothering to look over my shoulder. I don't have to see Ironhide
