8.4.12
Dear Diane,
It was good to see you last week, even given the grim circumstances. I will forever regret not speaking at the remembrance. I could not hold back the tears every time I thought of standing up. I did want to reach out to you to share what I wasn't able to speak.
As a little girl I remember hiking back to the Lost River to fish with my father and sister. Dad had obtained permission for us to fish on your property. He waved and exchanged pleasantries with Mike as we passed by the house. The next several minutes were my dad marveling over "The Bird Place". He was impressed by the garden and orchard, the neatly kept animals, and most of all the home built by hand with native timber. It wasn't until I was an adult that I understood why my dad was so amazed that day.
I came to know and appreciate "The Bird Place" while I lived there. I understand the hard work it took to transform wilderness into a homestead, and also the careful planning, attention to detail, devotion and love that made the homestead a success.
I always enjoyed talking with you and Mike (especially some of those flying squirrel stories!!). I always learned something from those exchanges also; you gave me things to ponder on.
The Celebration of Life for Mike was such a nice service. I heard many words used to describe him: intelligent, funny, sensitive, liberal, hard-working, competitive, generous, challenging, extra-terrestrial, etc. All are accurate; however, the guy I knew couldn't be summed up by any amount of adjectives. I think he was one-of-a-kind. I am grateful to have been acquainted with Mike, and yourself as well.
I am so sorry for your loss. Until our paths cross again, be well.
Sincerely, Amy
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