A few days ago, on May 7, Dignity Memorial sent me an email, reminding me that May 7 was the day Mike died, four years ago. Following their suggestion, I am sharing some memories of my dear late husband on this blog because I loved him and miss him.
(1) Mike greeting me as I landed in the canoe at my wedding site, joyously gathering me into his arms, his face aglow with happiness. (Mine, too.)
(2) Dancing to Alice DiMicele's rendition of "Dance Me to the End of Love," our chosen wedding song, later that day. I hadn't known Mike could dance until we started practicing in his living room, and then I thought how much fun we would have going out dancing in the Rogue Valley. That never happened, making the wedding dance even more poignant a memory for me.
(3) The car-camping trip Mike dreamed up and planned for us the summer I hurt my knee and couldn't hike. Car-camping? But I'm a backpacker! But Mike knew what he was doing. It was so much fun!
(4) Rogue Valley Symphony Orchestra concerts. It seemed such a bonus that Mike liked the same kind of music I liked—besides the hiking and cross-country skiing, besides reading books together and sharing political views and enjoying good food and wine. After he died, I couldn't listen to classical music without crying. I didn't return to the symphony concerts until this past season.
(5) Just about any moment on any trail and especially any moment in the Dolomites, but specifically, from the Dolomites: I had broken down in tears for the pain in my heel, which we doctored with an ace bandage and Tylenol, then continued to the top of the pass, where a crucified Christ hung on a cross. Mike suggested I prostrate myself before it and ask forgiveness and maybe Jesus would heal my foot. Funny-Mike.
(6) I loved looking back at Mike on the trail, hiking or skiing, his eyes sparkling with joy.
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