Eulogy

I woke up yesterday and found that my bike was stolen. I felt sad, frustrated, very angry at the person who stole it, and a little lost. As a friend said to me, I need to let go, and for that, i need to accept it.
But before I let go, I must say a few things about my bike.
My bike made sure I got to school on time, helped me carry groceries, did not make me walk everywhere, was patient and never complained, in short, was a good friend and will be missed dearly.
I hope whoever stole it uses it well and with good care.
RIP Bike, ride, and friend.