I want to thank all of you for the kind thoughts and wishes you have sent my way since The Picky Eater’s passing. They have brought me a great deal of comfort and helped to ease the sadness that has settled over my heart.
Please indulge me one more time as I share my sweetheart with you. As a writer, I feel compelled to put words on paper about how much
meant to me. By sharing those words with you, he will not only continue to live
on in the hearts of those who knew him, but also out there in you
who only knew him though my words.
The following is the piece I wrote for his memorial service this past Monday:
2010, at , I
pulled into the North Topeka Dillons parking lot to meet a man named . We connected on Match.com and this
was my first date ever from an internet dating site. We had exchanged emails
for a week and talked on the phone in the days leading up to the date, but I was
still nervous about what to expect. Michael
pulled into the same Dillons parking space and
asked me to be his wife.
2011, I married my soul mate on a beautiful Christmas Eve morning
surrounded by family and friends.
A few days ago, I was honored to be the person he reached for as he passed from this world into Heaven.
He gave money to people digging in dumpsters, even if it was the last $20 he had until payday. He would buy meals for people down on their luck. Every year, he adopted a single mom and child through the United Way of Greater Topeka’s Christmas Bureau, and instead of giving the standard $30 in gifts and $30 in food, he would take them to the store they requested and let them pick out the gifts and food themselves, often costing double what was expected.
Mike’s final gift to
others, he was an organ donor. I was told he could help up to 50 people, with
50 families thanking God for his gift.
Our time together was so short. Too short. Unbelievably short for the love we had for each other. I feel as though we were able to experience decades of love in the 3 years, 7 months, 4 hours, and 14 minutes we had together.
Many, many times, when I would say to him how lucky I felt to be his wife, he would reply, “Don’t you know? I’m your guardian angel.”
Now he truly is.