Mr. Mike

Sad day today. Mr. Mike, the self-proclaimed "old man of the street" who lived across the street from us while we were in our first home went to be with the Lord today. Mr. Mike was a retired truck driver who kept busy by taking immaculate care of his yard, walking his dog, loving his wife, and watching my house like a junkyard dog. Rough around the edges, my friends never knew quite what to make of him with his long hair in a pony tail and signature earring in the left earlobe. What I learned from Mr. Mike was you are never, ever too old to ride a Harley, if that's what you want to do. Being a neighbor is more than waving and saying hello. And when your spouse is your best friend in the world, it shows. I hope his mansion in heaven is on a cul-de-sac. I love him. I will never forget him. Emma has prayed for him to be free of cancer since his diagnosis in June. And now he is. Until we meet again, Old Man.