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.

My husband Earl was trying to cover my ears with his continue reading …