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She sat by her fathers bed knowing his time was near. Tears filled her heart but not her eyes, she could never show him weaknesses. Letting him have this last time to see her be strong, it was all her heart could give.

His eyes glanced upward as he watched the grandson he'd trusted so much walk out without so much as a goodbye.

"Are you OK dad, does anything hurt." His frail hand circled his chest. Five years later she wonders, was it physical or knowing the biker logo of his grandsons back would be this life's last sight.

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