I Remember Michael, My Little Brother
Michael was just about the best brother anyone could ever hope to have...we were the best of buddies growing up and in later years I knew Michael could answer just about any question I had for him. He was like a walking encyclopedia, especially when it came to family or local history. His acute memory never ceased to amaze me. A commmon phrase was, "Let's ask Mike."
I remember playing dolls with Mike when Diane and Duane were at school.
I remember accidently smashing into his red bike and bending his front tire into a 90° angle.
I remember long winter walks and "inventing" a snowmobile with him.
I remember watching LOTS of WW2 movies on TV with him.
I remember rock picking, cutting corn out the beans and picking up corn with Mike and having many deep discussions the whole time.
I remember creating plays with Mike and performing on the front lawn for Dad & Uncle Albert.
I remember getting very excited about God with Mike and sneaking off the to Alliance Church in Echo.
I remember bringing him to the bus station when he joined the Marines.
I remember praying he wouldn't have to go to Vietnam.
I remember his anger when he couldn't go to Vietnam.
I remember him showing me his excavated treasures from the sod house on Mom's farm.
I remember calling my husband, Markle, for several years because I got the names of two of my favorite people, Mark & Michael, intertwined.
I remember Mike taking me pheasant hunting.
I remember frantic bike rides down our long driveway to catch the school bus.
I remember & love Michael.