Emily Kersey

Bear

My father was a prideful man. He was the kind of man that traveled across the U.S. on a motorcycle. And the kind of man that would speed up past cops just to prove a point. He was the kind of man that would never zip up his coat when he would ski, and just let his jacket fly behind him in the wind. He was the kind of man that drove a mustang, and the type of man that rarely asked for permission.