|1997: Mikey and Me|
At about 3:30 in the morning, I had to get out of bed to write to Mike's mom. Part of it was my own sorting, part of it to reach out to her in her grief, and part of it because I want to say things to people NOW...not assuming they already know or it goes without saying.
Now that I have my own children, I see how important it is to know that their lives - whatever length - means something to others. That they leave this world a brighter, better place because they existed.
That is not a question at all with your Mike. No matter what his struggles and personal sadness, he never let it poison the way he treated others. The joy he brought to the rest of the world.
I cannot believe my last conversations with him were about bleaching hair and wearing SPF every day - and yet, in some ways, those are such typical Mikey moments that maybe they are the ones I want captured.
The world will never be the same without Mikey...but I think it's also important that the world will never be the same BECAUSE of Mike. That he came here and spread *that* much joy and love around in his 30+ years. He accomplished more in that category than most people do in much longer lives. He had that gift that so few persons have - how to really make others feel valued and appreciated.
Thank you for the way you mothered that kindness and love into him...what he brought out into the world...and that you shared him with us all those years. I am a better person for having known your son. He will always be missed, and always be remembered.