There isn't anything to say that no one doesn't know. He tried to live his life the way he wanted to. He loved to ride that Harley, he once had. He was just trying to fit in wherever he went. He absolutely loved to be up north, rather it was fishing, atving or spending time with his father. He struggled after the loss of his beloved grandfather in 2014. He thought a dog would help him slowly coop with the loss. That's when he decided it was time to get a dog. He searched for a few months and found a three week old golden retriever. He picked the puppy up at the airport when he was seven weeks old. He named him, Harley, because of his passion of riding. May he finally rest in peace and be happy and his spirit live on and riding through the clouds.