Mike and I only knew each other for 3 weeks before we decided to get married. In the 6 months that it took to plan a wedding, I am sure my mother thought I would come to my senses...a bartender/waiter?! That was over 46 years ago. In those 46 years, we lived the richer or poorer, for better or worse, and in sickness and in health. And now in death we do part. I know that Mike will be with us each day, guiding us and watching over us. Of that I am most assured...he promised!
Mike's nickname, given to him by his friend, Dan, was Spike. We will be getting the dog that Mike planned to get when he finished chemo. The dog's name will be Spike. I look forward to finding the perfect dog...one that does not have accidents in the house, does not bark or shed, is good with children, and walks on a leash!
I am sad to be ending the journal on Caring Bridge because it means I am starting a new life without Mike beside me. I thank God for putting our lives in order this year. He knew what we were going to need and He provided.
For my love...
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path
God has laid you see.
I took his hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, or work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I've now found peace
At the end of the day.
Peace and Love to those who followed Mike's journey