50 Bikers Blocked a Funeral After Protesters Screamed at a Dead Soldier’s Mother

The bikers came after I had already stopped believing in God.

I was kneeling in front of my son’s casket. Daniel was twenty-four. He came home in that box on a Tuesday.

Across the road, they were screaming. Fifteen of them, maybe twenty. Holding signs that said my boy was burning where he belonged.