Memorial CD
If you would like a CD of the
Power Point program
(122mb) which ran at the
memorial celebration,
please click below and
provide your mailing
address.  I will burn them as
I have time and mail them to
you.  Mike
My darling wife, the hardest words to write are the last words.  The joys, the
sharing, the planning, the fulfillment of the dreams with a partner is what our
relationship was about.  The end has come early, with so much left to share.  It
would be easier if the end were quick and painless.  But that is not how life treats
us.  It is always the "other" guy who suffers the fate of an early exit from this
planet earth. There are no words that can explain the loss of a mate, a lover and a
best friend.  The road is not always pretty and there are many mistakes that are
made.  But to forgive those mistakes and move forward with an eye and heart on
the adventure ahead, an adventure that can only be shared by two people that act
as one, is the greatest gift anyone can receive.  We all want life to last forever.  
When we are young, we think we are indestructible.  Then life unexpectedly ends,
and that is never fair.  I cannot describe the feeling of looking into the blank stare
of someone who means so much to me as you and realize that I will never see
those bright eyes and that beautiful smile again.  It is incredibly hard to write this,
as it brings home the reality of the situation and a flood of memories and
emotions.  They say "life" goes on, but not in the way it was meant to be.  Your
life energy has ascended to a higher plain.  I know you will watch over us.  I love
you and I will miss you so very much.  
Your Husband
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Photos at The Memorial
My Thanks to Rick Morris & Sara McBride
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which is a high resolution .jpg, note the
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me know by clicking below. I will email the .jpg to you.
October 28, 2006

I cannot say, and I will not say
That she is dead.  She is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand,
She has wandered into an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be since she lingers there.
And you - O You, who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and the glad return.
Think of her fairing on, as dear
In the love of there as the love of here;
Think of her still as the same, I say:
She is not dead - she is just away!

James Whitcomb Riley