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 Mike
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:
On November 11,
2010 , at 4:30 p.m. , I
pulled into the North Topeka Dillons parking lot to meet a man named Michael
Ditch . 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.
The following June , Mike
pulled into the same Dillons parking space and
asked me to be his wife.
On December 24,
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.
In 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.