Life is a stone,
When you throw it into the ocean alone,
It will either skip along,
Or sink and go wrong,
So it's always important to remain strong,
Like Glenn's throwing arm.
Glenn rode his bike through the darkest nights,
To shine their morning's sunlight,
So that his friends could be alright,
He was a tree with branches of joy,
That would suffer through the winter's blindness,
To grow the spring's kindness,
Wind and rain could never blow him away,
For he would use them in the words his business would say,
He was a Livin' Proof Kustom,
That time is forever and life can go wherever.
He was the best father his daughters could have had,
For he never felt sad,
Because his smile made him so glad,
With an East Coast trip of Glenn's kindness,
Our miles were never mindless,
But now that you're gone,
I'll cry tears over your grave,
With my heart trying to remain brave,
Like you told me it should stay.
-(Elliot Gray Van Orman)
Remembering a good buddy of mine who passed away 7 years ago today.
(R.I.P. Glenn Seals)
(4-17-1974) - (1-2-2007)
Miss and love you buddy!
Life is too damn short. Love more than you hate and give more than you take.
Watch Glenn's memorial below in this section from my
2011 "Time Will Tell" BMX DVD: