100s Of Bikers Buried The Little Boy Nobody Wanted Because Dad Was Murderer

There were hundreds of bikers in attendance at the funeral of a young boy who was not wished to be buried due to his father’s incarceration for murder.

After lingering in the chapel for two hours, the funeral director contacted us to request that we come and bid farewell to Tommy Brennan.

The child had succumbed to leukemia after a three-year battle. His grandmother was his sole visitor, and she suffered a heart attack the day before his funeral.

The foster family claimed that they were not responsible, the church stated that they could not associate with the son of an assassin, and child services stated that they had fulfilled their obligation.

Therefore, this innocent child, who had spent his final months inquiring as to whether his father still loved him, was about to be interred in a potter’s field with only a number on a headstone.

Big Mike, the president of the Nomad Riders, made the call at that moment; “No child goes into the ground alone.” “I am indifferent to the identity of his father.”

None of us were aware that Tommy’s father, who was confined to his maximum security cell, had just received the news of his son’s murder and was preparing to take his own life that evening.

He was placed on suicide watch by the officers, but we were all aware of the typical outcome. The events that followed would not only provide a fitting farewell to a deceased youth, but also rescue a man who believed he had no reason to live.

The call was received while I was enjoying my morning coffee at the clubhouse. Frank Pearson, the funeral director at Peaceful Pines, appeared to have been in tears.

“Dutch, I require assistance,” he stated. “I am unable to manage this situation independently.”