Happy Birthday Daddy!!!

December 23rd would have been my Dad's 53rd birthday. It was a sad and somber day for us. I started my morning out by climbing Mt. Peak. It was my first time up since my Dad's death. Rex and I took it slow and I enjoyed every step of the way. I felt my Dads arms wrapped around me and I heard his calm soothing voice encouraging me all the way. "You can do it Cin, I am here, you will be okay, I will never leave you." I feel blessed to have had several dreams about my Dad with him saying these very same things to me. These are phrases I heard daily from him when he was alive. I still hear them, sometimes I just have to listen a little harder. There is a bench half way up the hike, it reads-see you at the top. Well there is a new top to Mt. Peak for me. It is were my Dad took his last breath. I stood there crying in Rex's arms and a breeze of warm air blew through on a very cold crisp day. Chills ran up my body, and I was yet again reminded that my Dad is all around me and still with me in everything I do. So much time has passed, but yet I feel like my Dad is still here. I look at Jake and I really see how much time has gone by. Jul said it best; Dad and Jake met in heaven and spent time there together before Jake was born. This must be true because I do not ever feel like my Dad did not meet Jake. Jake is just like him.
This past year was a year of new traditions and new normals for us as a family. After a very, very difficult Thanksgiving Mom, Julie, Leroy, Brian, Stac, Rex and I decided that we would celebrate Dads birthday and Christmas just "us" as my Dad would say. For his birthday we did just that after a very thoughtful gift from a friend with detailed instructions to go out to dinner, we did. We went to one of Dads favorite restaurants in Seattle(yes my Dad went to nice places and also would dress up-that is how much he loved my mom!!!). We (mom and her children) had an amazing meal. With a surprise bottle of champagne at the table. We definitely had a great time. As the wine and food were never ending, we laughed and cried a lot but most of all we celebrated. We celebrated my Father, life, each other and the future. We each told special memories. Like Mom said-it was as if no one else was in the restaurant. It was the best way to celebrate him. We were all together, my Dad would not expect anything different but would also be so proud. My Dad lived, loved and laughed each day of his life and I am trying to do the same.

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Christmas Pictures

December

Here it is the 10th of December, always a tough day but we know you would not want us wandering around being sad. Somehow we made it through a new grandson, birthdays, the wedding, holidays and various other celebrations without you and next, we move onto Cindy, Joyce, you and Julie's birthdays plus Christmas in the middle. Dad and I continue to think and talk about you everyday through tears and laughter. There are good days and bad days for all of us, and our love and support of each other get us through this day by day.

The snow in the mountains and our big snow storm made us think of you and how much you loved your adventures in the snow, and getting your Christmas tree with Judy and the kids was always a highlight. It is fun to see the grandkids grow and change - Jake is a little you with such a big smile and easy laugh, Ryan is adventurous and curious, Elisha is smart and has such a sense of style, and Johanna is sweet and keeps us all smiling with her fun sense of humor. Judy is amazingly strong as she moves forward, and we love her so much. Julie, Leroy, Cindy, Rex, Brian and Stacy are busy building their lives and remembering all the fun times you had. Your buddy Ralph keeps on singing while missing the times you two shared.

As a Son, Husband, Father, Brother, Grandfather and Friend you touched us all. Thanks to the support of all the family and friends, we move forward and hope that time will help heal the pain. There is strength in the memories from your Celebration of Life and are honored by all the people who came and shared the laughter and sorrow. All of our memories remain close to our hearts, and we miss your laughter, jokes and smile but mainly we just miss you.

We think about and love you each and everyday Mike.

Mom & Dad

Be thankful

This is the season to be thankful. I am thankful for my family and every moment I have with them. Dad we miss you, but we are still living.

So here we are.....

I have a rare quite moment in our home. Both boys are sleeping and yes the house is actually clean. I honestly cherish this time, it is time to catch up with my Dad. I still look at and read the blog every night. It makes me feel close to him. The six month mark has come and gone, to most it was just another day. Most people did not acknowledge or even remember that on September 10th it was 6 months since our Father died. For me (Cindy) it was a day of great sorrow. I remember thinking when he died how would we live without him. Well we are, life does go on even if sometime I want it to stop. I still pick up my phone to call him, I still wonder what he is doing and sometimes I still honestly think that this is all just a joke and he will come walking in the front door. I truly miss him everyday. Life is just quite without him. He truly was larger than life. I have been Blessed with amazing dreams and images of my Dad in the last six months. I also take great comfort in the fact that Jake our youngest looks just like my Dad. He loves to be around people and he wants what he wants when he wants it. His smile is infectious, and helps all of us see the good things in life. So here we are, as Jul said most of us are coming out of the fog. We continue to laugh, cry and stick together-because that is what our parents taught us. It is great to see him live on in each of us. Yesterday I came home to Rexer doing his breaks on his truck for the first time without Dad, as I sat in the car watching him I noticed that he was wearing Dad's shirt. He noticed me watching him, a smile and tears is what we both were wearing at the same moment. Later Ry was helping him and I walked out to check on them, Ry came over to show me a tool. I looked down and saw oil and grease all over my 2year-old hands. They looked just like his Grandpa's hands. I thank God daily for the fact that my boys look like there Grandpa. What a blessing.

Life is good, but quite without you Daddy. I miss you. Thank you for always making me feel special and like your little princess even after your death. 27 years with you, makes 6 months without you seem like a life time. I love you.

Cin

Coming out of the Fog....

So, it has been six months since you left us Dad. There is so much I want to tell you, so many moments I wish you where there. First I would tell you that we are doing OK, we have each other and that is all that matters. Leroy, the girls and I have adjusted well. The girls love living at "Grandma's" Elisha is so excited to get a big Christmas tree. They are getting so big, they have had to be so strong and brave during all this change. They miss you, for Elisha, she misses you in real ways, she understands that you are gone and not coming back, that you will never be able to see Mt. Rainer, or give her horse bites, or snuggle in the chair; when she misses you she is so good to share that with us, she likes to spend time out in the garage-"working on projects" Johanna is very matter-of-fact, I think that she must dream about you because she sometimes criesfor you in her sleep. Leroy is amazing, he is our rock, You would be so proud of him, it has been so refreshing to see him begin a process of rediscovering himself. Just a few weeks ago he and Rex went for a Hike on Mt. Rainer, they had a blast and yes, they took the MSR stove. We have really tried to make efforts to remember you and do things that you loved Last Friday the 10th, a date that we are trying to reserve to remember you. We went to Aversanos and the football game-Sumner won in double overtime. Mom is well mom, she is amazing and so strong for all of us, she misses you deeply and yet makes every effort to embrace our new life. She talks about you with love, remembers you with laughter, and honors you with her ability to move forward. I-Julie- feel as if I am coming out of a dense fog, you know the kind where you can't see enough to take a next step, yet you have to keep moving forward. The pain in losing you has given me this amazing gift and that is to LIVE. Everything in my life has changed- and my health is still not well, but everyday I wake up and find myself greatful for this day and thankful for this opportunity to be so close to everyone that I love. I miss you Dad. Love, Jul

Finding Dad in the City

I have been meaning to write for some time, to reflect on the last few months. It has been 5 months today, and in the picture of a lifetime that is nothing. Every time the 10th rolls around it is a very emotional day, a day to reflect, to remember...I really truly just miss Him. I think that we all just miss Him. It is like my heart and my head are finally connecting and I really am beginning to understand that He is really gone and not coming home. I still hit His number on speed dial, hoping that by some miracle he will answer. I am also realizing that it is very hard to share him in his death despite that fact that in life I shared him with so many people. It amazes me that death can propel such a growth process if you allow it.

So, this last weekend was one of great anticipation Brian and Stacy got married. It was a beautiful, small, intimate wedding and I could feel Dad at every moment. I was so scared about being in Seattle without Dad, but found Him everywhere we went. The wedding really was one of the last things that Dad knew about, so I think the thought of the future is a little overwhelming, like it is time to move to forward without him. I don't think I am ready to do this, but it seems that with each passing day, there are no new memories with him, only moments when your heart reflects. So, Dad if I could tell you anything today it would be "thank you so much for meeting us in the city....For being at the wedding in the wind and rain, for helping us find our way around as we realized that you where always our driver in city, and for giving mom the courage to stand tall and enjoy her son's wedding." Love, Jul

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Feels like time has stood still...

It's been almost 5 months. But it feels like it was just a week ago. And even then, sometimes it feels like he never left.

I catch myself thinking that I have the funniest story to tell him! And for a few short seconds, I completely forget that he is gone.

I seem to be missing him a lot more in the past few weeks. I've had a few dreams that everything was back to 'normal' or when I spontaneously burst into tear in traffic. it's been rough.
So much has happened since he left, and I really miss him.

But then I find comfort in knowing that he is on my side up there.. and he really isn't missing anything.

-Cupcake :)

Good night Dad

Every night before bed I sit and stare at the picture of my Dad. I talk to him, tell him about my day all the ups and downs and crazy things that happened. I can see his reaction to each story. It is almost like for a second I forget that he is really gone. For that brief second I actually feel as if I am talking to him. Today is three months since he died and I ache more today than the night that we found out. At this time three months ago I was sitting at my parents house trying to understand what was going on. I do not remember much of that night, which for me is a blessing. I do remember crawling in bed with my mom and holding her hand while we slept. Now three months later we are all holding hands. Mom, Julie, Leroy, Brian, Stacy, Rexer and I. Because that is what we do. We have really hard days that never seem to end, but some how they do. I miss him every second of everyday. I hear his voice still and I can smell him. I laugh and cry often when I think about memories with him. He was my Daddy and I was the stereotypical "Daddy's girl". I look in the mirror and I see him. I look at my children and I see him. He is all around me and I take comfort in that. Today while unpacking Ry's old clothes to get ready for Jake to wear I found a shirt that said "Grandpa's right hand man". I remember when my mom bought the shirt. Dad loved it. I am pretty sure that he cried when he saw Ryan wearing it. I cannot wait to put it on Jake, if Dad were here he would have two little right hand men.

Field Trip...

Elisha goes on her first field trip tomorrow and for some reason it is a flood of emotions for me. My Dad went of every field trip I ever had. He worked nights, and would get off work and come whether it was the zoo, saltwater state park, Wild Waves, he was always there. I have lots pictures of me curled up in his armpit while he slept on the bus ride home (thank you to the parents who captured this). I would have loved nothing more than my Dad to have been able to go with Elisha on this particular Field trip to the Nature center, to enjoy smashed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or baloney and cheese-So, thanks Dad for such special memories, I wish today I could just curl up in your arms. Elisha told me that she thinks Grandpa is going all sorts of field trips in heaven and I think that she is right....
I miss you Dad!!! Love, Jul

It's a Boy!!!!!!!

Jacob Landon Orcutt was born on May 1st at 4:27 pm. He weighed a healthy 8 pounds and was 20.5 inches long.

New Normals....

So, as every Wednesday comes around I wonder when I will stop dating them back to my Dads death. It has been 7 weeks today, and the last few weeks have been extremely hard. I am back to work, life is seemly normal around here, with the exception of late night tears, strangers coming to the door asking for Dad, phone calls from metro, Dad's bike getting returned, strange dreams with Dad in them, lots of firsts with out Dad and well to be honest returning to normal life sucks, it is so overrated, gone are the days where we did not leave the house, when people came to us with meals and anything else we needed, when we could spend our time reflecting and crying as we felt necessary- I miss this time.... now I get my reflection time on my car rides to and from work, in the middle of the night, in the late evening with my Mom. The tears come harder and faster almost taking my breath away but seem gone quickly. I am learning the balance of grief and joy and that there are no rules in this process. I am also learning that everyone grieves so different, so it is not worth taking offences when somebody does not respond how I need them to or how I think they should. I am so thankful for the first few weeks after my Dad's death because life stopped, and as it does our world has been put in motion again. We had an engagement party for Bri and Stac, Cin is going to have a baby any day now, Elisha had her first school concert at the PAC, we have been so busy projects, our house is for sale, planning a wedding, and the list goes on, so many good things to look forward to....With everyday that goes by, it becomes more real that he is not coming home, that this is our new normal, everybody says it will get easier, and I look forward to that. For now, I am just doing my best to breathe, enjoy my family, and take moments to remember my Dad....
Love, Jul

Wednesdays...

For me, Wednesdays are the toughest. Each week I think it will just be a little bit easier and then it somehow sneaks up on me and it is still that sad feeling of missing Mike. The memories of a day that seemed so 'normal' and how now just trying to get back to 'normal' can be hard some days. I continue to read the blog, and although it is sometimes sad, there is a lot of comfort in sharing our memories of Mike and moving through this process together. My head knows that this will get easier with time, I am just not sure my heart has bought into that quite yet.

To Judy, Julie and Leroy, Cindy and Rex, Brian and Stacy - you continue to amaze me on how you openly share your heart and move through this time with such grace. I can just see Mike smiling and know how proud he is of each of you. I love you all very much.

So, here it is another Wednesday....miss you Mike.

Joyce

Missing my Daddy

This picture was taken shortly after Ryan was born. If you look closely you can see the tears running down my Dad's cheeks. Today like every day, it is hard. I miss him more and more as each second goes by. I miss his smell, his hands and his laughter. I miss hearing Cynthia Michelle being yelled. I miss feeling safe-like only my daddy could make me feel. I still grab for the phone to call him, try to remember funny things to tell him or think he is home when I pull up to Mom and Dad's house. I know that soon I will get use to him not being here or not calling him, but honestly I am not ready for that. I am not ready for my Father to be a memory. He adored his wife, loved his children and was in love with his grandchildren. I mourn the future not the past. I am less than two weeks away from giving birth to our second child, and I am so scared. Sacred that I will finally realize that my father will not be the first one to walk in the room shortly after I have the baby.

I love you with all my heart Daddy, promise me on the day of the baby's birth I will feel your presence.

Love your,

Middle Child Cynthia Michelle

Missing Big Brother

Friday today and for whatever reason just can't seem stop thinking about my big brother today. I think of him everyday but today he is really with me. Might be the sunshine and the thought of him taking a bike ride...:-) Mom and Dad took off to go on a little "Motor Home" outing...we where all glad to see them finally agree to go...Mike would of wanted them to go and would have been mad to think they would of stayed home because they are sad.

It is sad without him. I wake up some morning's and just for a quick minute forget what has happened...or I think that maybe he is going to call me and tell me some silly story that will make me laugh until I cry! I do know for sure that he is around all of us everyday and that he is having a blast in Heaven. It just has left such a big void down here. I love you big brother...what a blessing you have been to all of us....

Karen

From Cupcake :)

I finally got around to watching that healthy incentives video that Bucky did. I saved it to my computer, but I haven't felt quite up to watching it yet... I did and I laughed. It was good to hear that joking laugh of his at the end!
I can't really believe that's it been a month already. It's crazy.
Thought I'd share a funny thing that happened:
I went to go use one of my old purses and I was cleaning out all the stuff that was in it. I realized that the last time I had used this purse was the last day I saw Bucky (when we all went out to the bar after work)... I had bought a new purse the next day... So, as I am cleaning out all the junk from it.. I started to laugh. Bucky used to like throwing all his garbage in by purses (he said they were big enough, so might as well get the full use out of them). I found the now empty pack of peanuts from the bar, with the remainder of its contents spilled all over the bottom. I made him eat the peanuts so that he would have atleast something in his stomach. And then I stumbled across a dirty snot rag he stuck in there! How typical! I didn't know it was in there. he had to blow his nose on the way home, and I found some tissues in the glove box... I never figured out where he put them when he was done.. hahaha
But it was nice. And it all happened at just the right time. Any sooner and I probably would have cried. But i just took it and laughed.

Still miss him, but it gets easier I suppose. :)

Dearest Mike

Well today is April 10th and you have been gone a month now, and yet it seems like forever. We miss you so much.

Somehow we made it through Ryan's 2nd birthday and Easter, and Sunday we will celebrate Johanna's 4th birthday. It is just not the same without your big laughter and teasing, but we know you are watching over us all.

You are at the top of the mountain now, Mike - no more medicine to take and all talk about and the pain is gone. Sounds like Metro is a little quiter and missing you too just like all your friends. Keep the sun shining for us all with a little rain sprinkled in. We all love you very much.

Love,
Mom & Dad

A great picture of Dad and Mom from their 2 week road trip last summer...

My speech

This is Rex my son-in-law, he's a firefighter. This is how Mike would always introduce me. He was proud of who I was and what I had accomplished. Dad was a great man and has taught me a lot. We will miss him but never forget him. How could you? Here are some of my favorite memories.
I will never forget the day that I asked Mike for his approval for Cindy and my marriage. Mike knew why I was coming into the garage. Along with everyone else. Mike was a larger than life kind of guy. He told you what he thought no matter what. I walked in the garage and began with the small talk. I was so nervous to ask one little sentence. So after awhile Mike prompted me with"So what are you doing this weekend, Rex." My response was "Well, Mike, that is why I am in here. I would like to ask your daughter to marry me but I would be honored for your approval first." Then I saw a tear start to form in his eye. He chuckled and said "Of course my answer is yes, I could not imagine anyone else for my daughter. I consider you a son." Mike always had a way of making things seem very easy. There was nothing to big to handle.
An Oh Shit memory of mine was a hike up to Crystal Peak. Once we got to the trail head Mike got his gear on which included his multi-day pack, poles and his nice boots. My gear included a back pack that I borrowed from Mike and tennis shoes. We started out walking at a Mike's pace. Of course he would say "you can go ahead if you want, Rex." "No, no Mike you know what you are doing I will stay with you." We finally get to the top; had our lunch and took a nap, of course. We headed back down. As we were hiking I started to hear scratching on the trees. I looked around and saw two cubs playing. Looked up another ten to fifteen feet and saw momma bear staring at me. I pointed and stuttered bear. Mike said "Shit Run!" I saw him run by me and I thought to my self "I thought you were supposed to be calm around bears?" But i ran with him because he had more experience than me..... and I knew I could run faster than him. We got half a mile away and I looked back and saw him running as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast. We met up and laughed and then continued our hike probably at a faster rate than normal. We got to the trooper and headed back home and Mike says "How about a shake from Walley's." He loved his shakes. He lived for the moment with no regrets. He always love an adventure.
When I first met Cin I was lucky if could change the oil in my truck. So of course it was important to Mike to teach me to not only change the oil, but do a tune up, and do my brakes. So after a few times showing me how to do my brakes he let me do it on my own. I had the truck backed into the garage, wheel chalks in front of the wheels and the rear end up in the air. I finished the brakes and I was proud because I did the brakes by my self and I knew he would be proud as well. I removed the chalks and started to lower the rear end of my truck and it slide into the middle post of the garage. I thought to my self "crap Dad is going to be pissed." With my tail between my legs I went to into the house and asked Mike to come out to the garage. When he came out he said "Oh shit," followed by "Are you ok?" I said "yes." "Well then lets move the truck." That is the way Mike was. His grace for us was like no other. He would do anything for us at any time at any cost.
Mike has taught me that life is short here on earth. Do not hold back. Do not be afraid. I challenge each one of us to live life to the fullest with no regrets. Take time for family because family was one of the most important things to him. Next to his mountain gear of course. On his Life is Good shirts is says Do what you love. Love what you do and he truly did that.

We love you Dad.

God Bless

A normal Wednesday

These are the words that I spoke at my Dad's service... I really miss my Dad today.

Each day that goes by I realize that He is not coming home.....

"There are so many things that I could say, I think that I will start with one of my favorite memories with my Dad....

My mom worked during the day and so in the summers Dad would sleep for a few hours after he got home from working graveyard, and then get up with us kids. One day not long after we moved to our new house in Bonney lake, so I was about 10 and my sister was 8 we decided to bake peanut butter cookies for my Dad. We finished and decided to "deep clean" the kitchen-just like mom would. I found some oven cleaner and sprayed it all over the top of my mom's stove-not knowing that oven cleaner was not stove top cleaner. As I sprayed, it foamed and I soon realized that it was stripping the black paint off of my mom's stove. In a panic I wiped it off, and soon after in tears headed upstairs to tell my Dad. I went in his room, sat on the bed and gently woke him up, I explained what had happened and began to cry even harder. In this moment I realized that now as a parent that my Dad had 2 choices in how to respond-angry and frustrated or full of grace. He took one look at me and saw how devastated I was, he got up dried my tears and said-"let's go to the hobby store in Puyallup-they have lots of good paint choices- we will find a good match" We got home and fixed the top of the stove-I knew that it was not perfect, and was sure that my mom would also notice, but he completely convince me that it was fine and mom would not even notice. In talking with my mom about this she told me that he must have convinced himself, because it was not until much later, when she was doing a deep clean that she noticed the imperfections. This story means so much to me as a parent because I am always given 2 choices in how I respond to my children.

I share this story because just like the oven cleaning accident I have 2 choices in how to respond to my Dad's death... I could be angry or gracious...As I have been full of emotions this last few weeks, I understand more and more that being angry is not really an option for me because I can hear my Dad's voice saying" I love you Jul, you can get through this, you have all that you need and I am so proud of you."

With every person that I have talked with I have also realized that in an odd way, we are the lucky ones. I have no regrets, I knew exactly how much my Dad loved me, so saying goodbye does not seem so hard. The things that I will miss the most about my Dad are his quarks- but Truth be told those live on through each of us.

So, my challenge for each of you is to LIVE-keep short accounts, say your "I love you's" and make sure that those you love are left behind with not regrets because life changes even on a "normal Wednesday"

I love you Dad-

Love, Jul"

Top 10

Top 10

With Bucky, there was never any question where he stood. What you saw was what you got. At work, as well as in the real world. My son and I were at Wilson of Tacoma for ODP tryouts, along with several hundred other Beckham want-a-be’s and their proud parents. So here I’m am, walking across this complex of fields, little Steven in tow, cleats on his feet and a soccer ball under his arm, and out of nowhere I hear “Hey Dahl” followed by a number of descriptive adjectives that aren’t appropriate for this forum (or a soccer field full of early teens and their parents). There is no mistaking for whom I was receiving this verbal abuse. I scanned the horizon, and there, over two fields a way, is our good old friend Bucky Buchanan. Trying to ignore him or pretend I didn’t hear him was out of the question, so Steven and I started walking toward the mound of sound. We get within about 30 yards and Mike reaches down, grabs the bottom of his tee shirt and lifts it up over his head, flashing me and several hundred young men and their shocked and bewildered parents. Parents shielded their little kiddies eyes and tried their best to scurry them away from Namu of the North as others shrieked in horror. I’m sure there were many kids sleeping with the lights on after that sight. Of course all Mike was doing was showing off his zipper chest.

Few in VM received as much grief, and nobody dished out anymore then Bucky. However, it was never meant to offend. Never meant to be mean or spiteful. Always meant to be funny. Always an expression of endearment. Bucky was easily in my top 10 Metrodite. And I have no doubt that Bucky made the top 10 list of many others. Both in and away from Metro.


Bruce Dahl

Memories of Mike "Bucky" Buchanan

Bucky would "always" be one of the first to stand up and say something good about someone and tell a "funny" story about them. He was a great storyteller and could get everyone laughing in no time.

Bucky was one of the first people Iworked with on graveyard at Metro. We were polar opposites, I was negative and he was "very positive." He loved to have fun and play practical jokes and I was an easy mark since he could always get me riled up. I remember the first time; they had gone to pick up food for everyone and came back with hamburgers. Bucky had taken a bite out of mine and then rewrapped it so it didn't show and everybody had a good laugh at my reaction when I opened it up to eat it! At my retirement party earlier this year I ordered a hamburger, took a bite and then handed it to him. He remembered the joke and we laughed about it again. Another time, there was a a concern about layoffs and I'm a worry wart so he got a hold of a layoff notice and redrafted it so it had my name on it and let me sweat it out a while. They got their chuckles and in the end we all had a good laugh. It became a challenge to try and figure out when he'd pull the next practical joke. I hate to admit it, but I even hesistated to invite him to my wedding because I was afraid he'd play some practical joke, and there was no way I was telling him where I was staying. I later regretted not inviting him because he was always a good friend.

I had a chance to partially make up for that error when I invited him to my retirement party in January of this year [2010]. He and his wonderful wife Judy came and Bucky, in best form, stood up with me and we shared stories and experiences with everyone and we all laughed. What a great time we had and what great memories we shared.

As much as he liked to joke around, he also had my back and took me under his wing. Early on, I really screwed up a job and he spent as many as hours as it took to help me fix it and make it right. He'd "always" be there to help others and help me. That's the kind of guy he was. We were a family on that graveyard shift and continued to keep in touch even as we moved around to other bases.

I always remember him in a good mood. Even when we went to visit him after his surgery a few years ago, he was in good spirits and despite the pain, got up and took a little walk around the yard to show us what they'd done. He had a big heart and in the end I guess his physical heart just couldn't hold all the heart that was Mike Buchanan. We love you and we'll miss you Bucky!

Gary & Astrid DuPuy

3/21/2010

A cousin not to be forgotten.

When you picture Mike, you always think of a man smiling and ready to laugh with you. In fact, I cannot think of of time when he was not smiling. I had to warn my wife about this "crazy funny man" when I introduced her to Mike. Mike will be missed.

Our hearts go out to the Buchanan family. Life is short enough as it is, but way too short when something like this happens.

-With all of our love, Jason Schweiger.

My Husband

As I sit here drinking my tea (the English in me) and reading the blogs, the house is quiet for the first time in a while, I know all my children are close by, I wonder where to start.

My husband was an amazing, crazy, lovable man. What you loved about him was all his imperfections. You knew what he liked and loved and you definitely knew what he didn't like. There wasn't much he disliked. Most of all you knew where you stood with him and if he loved you, he really loved you.

He could find fun in everything and get away with mischief like no one I will ever know. He was a great story teller, especially if it was about himself!!!! He was one of a kind and I will miss him forever. I have no regrets and I know things will get easier.

You, my family and friends, have made this time bearable, with your wonderful stories, pictures and quotes, your food or the simple hug, the squeeze of a hand. Your love and generosity through this has helped more than I can express in words. It is a great reflection on Mike, how you have been here for me and my children. I know he is at peace and pain free and for that I am grateful.
"WE YOU" (As my grandson would say) LOVE YOU,
Judy

Mike's Celebration

Just to clarify, on Sunday, March 21, 2010, from 2:00 to 4:00 , at the Swiss Sportsman Club we will be having a structured ceremony. After that, it is time celebrate his life!!!!!!

My Childhood Village Is In Mourning

Tomorrow will mark the day that I received the horrible news about the passing of Mike. I, like so many others, was instantly sick to my stomach and so terribly sad. By the following week I could not stop myself from driving over to Chuck and Aggie's house ..not knowing what to say, just wanting to be near them and our neighborhood. They were not at home, and with my girls waiting in the car, I penned a short note on a piece of scratch paper and left it for them to read. It was not what I had in mind and a short note on a piece of scratch paper was not what I would normally do, but I knew that I had to do something. I wanted this family, my neighborhood village, to know that I was with them in their sorrow. I too have so many memories of our old neighborhood and it continues to be so difficult to fathom that Mike is gone. While I had lost touch with the family for so many years, I knew in my heart that they held a special place, I just wish that I had told them that I still loved my village and I have forever been thankful for all that we shared together. Without my childhood village, I would not be where I am today. I found out in February of 2009 that Mike and I both worked for King County and I so enjoyed a video interview that he did for our Healthy Matters Program. He looked a bit older (just like all of us) but his smile, laughter, outlook and twinkle in his eyes were still there. I tried to email him without luck and then did not pursue contacting him to say hello. How I wish I had taken the time, much like the message posted on this Blog from the church. I have spoken to Karen (my childhood best friend) on the phone. My guess is that this is the first time that we have spoken in 30 years (gosh we are old!). I am looking forward to seeing Karen and I plan to hug her, cry with her and with her family ...my village. Mike was a great kid to grow up with and clearly from reading the BLOG, he turned into a fantastic husband, father, grandfather, Co-worker, friend and continued to be a bright light to his parents and sisters. God Bless you all and I wish you peace in the coming days, months and years. With sincere sadness, Sally Mendel (Peluso)

One Good Man

I met Bucky when I went to work at Metro’s East Base. Before arriving I was advised to “mess with Bucky right away because sooner or late he was going to mess with you….so you might as well strike the first blow.” So during my first week there I hid his toolbox. What hoot! Bucky laughed about finding his toolbox missing and then he howled when I told him why I hid it in the first place. What a laugh! One day Bucky did not come in to work nor did he bother to call. When asked about it he told the crew that his cat had fur balls, repeatedly. For the next two months that was his favorite saying followed by his big laugh. Mike loved joking, laughing, teasing, and being teased. He just loved the interaction and reaction with people. He had a very kind side of him as well. Once I told Bucky that my son had his bicycle stolen and the very next day he brought in a used bike for me to take home. Privately, he often spoke with great pride, love, and affection of his family. Mike with his humor and wisdom touched so many lives. He will be truly missed. My condolences go out to his family and friends. Johnny Wishbone.

A message from Harbor Life Church-Leroy and Julie's church

Greetings and Salutations-

James compared the span of our lives to that of a vapor. A vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away (James 4:14). Nothing reminds us of this better than that of a life cut short for whatever reason. It is for this reason that I write. This past Wednesday, the father of one of our members died very suddenly while doing something he loved - hiking. He was only 52 years old. Please be in prayer for Julie and the rest of the family as they grieve and deal with the reality of losing someone well loved in their family.

In a conversation I had with Julie, she mentioned how hard this all was. She also mentioned the comfort and encouragement she had in knowing that there wasn't anything relationally left undone in the relationship. She had a great relationship with her father. She had even talked with him earlier that day and let him know how much she loved him.

Sometimes we don't think about these things until they are starring us in the face.

I would encourage you to take some time to think about your relationships and to ask yourself an important question. Is there anything left undone in any of my relationships? Relationships are important. If you determine that there are, would you consider doing your part to make sure they are right? You will be glad that you did!

It is difficult to put into words what Mike has meant to me over the years. I first met Mike in 1975 when he started dating my sister Judy and he has been a brother to me ever since. He has always been a source of wisdom and advice for me or just someone to lean on and listen. I will deeply miss that support he has given me. I admire and respect his view point on life, first family and second enjoying life in the great outdoors. Mike enjoyed life to the fullest and I’m very grateful for knowing him. I could not think of a better way for him to pass to the next life than being on a mountain hiking enjoying nature. I think he passed with a smile on his face. Mike, my Brother, I will see you on the top of the Mountain.
God be with you.
Steve

Celebration Attire

In keeping it true to what Mike loved, if you would like to wear, funny t-shirts-(he loved the "Life is Good," shirts) shorts and Romeo's please feel free. We are trying hard to make this celebration just how Mike would have it. There are no rules, that being said I do have to warn the ladies, us girls will be dressed-appropriately-Mike would have it no other way.

In lieu of flowers....

In lieu of flowers, please donate to the American Heart Association in memory of Dad. Every year, mom and dad have done the heart walk-(next walk Oct.2,2010).

My Favorite Uncle

When I was really young I used to be just a little afraid of my Uncle Mike. I remember his friendly horse bites and teasing. I should have thanked him for all of his fun teasing ways. He brought me out of my shell, taught me to roll with the punches, laugh at life, and talk with everyone (especially strangers : )). I haven’t been afraid of him in a long time, he was and still is my favorite uncle. Uncle Mike had a way of making everyone feel like family. I always felt like more than a niece when I was in his house. I remember trips to Canada stuffed in the minivan like sardines being so fun. Even waiting for a ferry was an adventure with him laughing and teasing all of us.

I miss spaghetti night after Brian and Jared’s soccer practice when he would come over to the kid’s table, steal some garlic bread from one of us and walk off to his chair to sleep. I’ve learned a lot from him and I think we all still can, his memory will always put a smile on my face : ) He could make a new friend in just a few minutes, it’s something I loved about him.

Morgan

gotta love him

Buchanans, you guys are amazing. You are constantly on our hearts. I wrote a little post about Mike on my blog, and about the engagement, so read it when you have time. I am so excited that we will officially be part of the same family before too long, though it's been true in our hearts for a long time. 

By far my favorite memory of Mike is his LOUD enthusiasm during the last Super Bowl. His cheering, booing and laughter was at such a level that it made my little Lute jump every time. Hilarious. That was Mike - enthusiasm and passion for life. I am grateful to have known him, grateful for his friendship to my family, and grateful for each of you.

Much love,

Carina and the boys.

A Special Place in my Heart

There are so many stories and adventures that Steve, Morgan, Jared and I share with this wonderful man it's hard to know where to start. Each of us has our own special memories.
For me, the early 90's was a period of time when Mike truly became like my brother. He introduced me to cycling. Sharing the adventure of the road was thrilling and brought constant challenges. With Mike behind me pushing me up the hill or allowing me to draft behind him as we fought head winds I always knew I could break the walls that I faced. I take that with me in life. But for me our special time together was sitting along side the road drinking gatorade and eating fig newtons. This was the time we talked and shared. Mike listened to me. Not only did he listen but he also shared life experiences. He made me laugh when I needed it and he gave me insight and advice that I will keep with me always. In his special way he made me a better step-parent to Morgan and Jared, and a better wife for Steve, a better person. He will ALWAYS have a very special place in my heart. I will miss you dearly.

The weekend adventures that Steve and I shared with Mike and Judy have been truly amazing.

Memories that will never fade.

Snowshoeing on Mt. Rainier......

Stehekin.......

And the Entiat River!

Mike, until we see you again, scope out a few heavenly adventures for us to take together when we get there. Merrilee

Big Brother

Reading through the blog, it is so easy to see how Mike meant so much to so many people. Thank you all for sharing your Mike so openly on this blog, it makes me feel just a little more closer to him. For me, he was my Big Brother in so many ways beyond just the years between us and I was always introduced as his 'baby sister' no matter how old I was. Growing up he always challenged me to be better but celebrated and reminded me how proud he was. Most of the memories for me, are of Mike and Judy - from ice skating in Burien, crazy camping adventures and of course time up in the mountains and snow. Mike and I shared the love of the mountains including reading the adventures on Everest, K2, Mt. McKinley or any other major peak. Although he could always live the time on the mountain more than I, it didn't stop us from sharing the passion - just last Tuesday we were talking about an Ed Viesturs book that I was going to borrow.

Mt. Rainier has always meant something special to me, and now it means even more. Each time I see that amazing peak, I will remember my wonderful brother. I miss him more than words could ever express.
Joyce

Mike "Got It."

Doug and I first met the Buchanan family through our children; their Julie and our April. Our girls were 18 months old when they became instant friends on their first day at Des Moines Cooperative Pre-School. We have always maintained that Julie, ("Jules" to us,) taught our late bloomer April how to walk! As fate would have it, Judy and I also felt a close bond. The conversation started between us that day 28 years ago, and it has blessedly and thankfully never stopped. Mike and Doug first met during a Dad's night at pre-school to carve Halloween Pumpkins. Their camaraderie was quick and easy, with Mike giving Doug a bad time about his "Michelangelo" creation over Mike's own more rudimentary version of the Jack-O'-Lantern! :) As their list of common interests began to reveal themselves, there was never a shortage of conversation between them; a recent one being about the twin diesel engines in our boat! I remember his question to Doug of, "What are you runnin' in there anyway?" Mikes eyes lit up at Doug's answer; "Cummins QSM-11's." And then the conversation went to a place where only two men with a love for the "mechanics" of life could take it, while Judy and I discussed the latest news of the families. We met while we were beginning our families. Throughout the years we have shared in life's joys, sorrows and difficulties, and have had many conversations concerning all aspects of these. Mike was fond of stating; "They don't get it!" Mike was referring to those who in his opinion had their priorities misplaced! Mike's formula for life was fairly simple; to live and love with total and complete abandon. To Mike, it was never about the destination. It was about the journey. We have never known anyone who inhaled life with such force, strength and passion. Simply stated, Mike "got it." In our opinion Mike inhaled 3 lifetimes in his 52 years. His passing leaves us with a depth of sadness that is palpable. But his legacy of how to live life will never leave us. His spirit will be with us in every glance of Mt. Rainier and every trek in the kayak. I am reminded of a favorite quote that is hanging in our home;

"In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
Abraham Lincoln

We are and will be forever grateful that we were born in a time where our families share the same world. Some would say this was serendipitous, but with the Buchanan and Williams families, I would have to say that Destiny has played a part. And for Judy and I, the conversation will never stop. Our love to you all. The Williams. Lori, Doug, April, Grady, Maria and Griff.

Polar Bear

I remember driving down 167 in the middle of winter on the way to work graveyard at Atlantic base and passing Bucky and John Hearn in Mike's Subaru...windows rolled down and, sun roof open, and Bucky wearing shorts and a tank top. He would say something funny to me as I passed him on the road and he would have a smile a mile wide. He was truly a polar bear and a mountain of a man. I will miss you Bucky! You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Peace,
Jim Kuchnsky

The news of Mike was such a terrible shock to us and I am sure everybody else! We remember him as such a happy, fun loving guy who loved life and lived it to the fullest. Judith, his family and friends were everything to him. we remember he had such a talent for wood carving. His beautiful trains and jewelry boxes etc. will be around for many generations to come. Judith - we send our love- so glad you have all your wonderful family around you.
Aunty Jean and Uncle Bob.

We attempted Mt. St. Helen's almost made it but weathered off. Mike was great to hike with. He always had a big hug when I would visit Elaine at the base. We will miss him dearly.

Here comes Monday

What is Monday without Mike riding his bike to the Park and ride. Here we go into life without a jab and joke from Mike, - There are many heavy hearts - - mine is strong to know that life will go on without that laugh - Everybody is doing what he would want I love the shoe thing and all Look to the sky and know Mike is there watching you think you are going to slip Mike will be there don't forget I wonder what i should I do and I ask myself what would Mike want me to do???? What would Mike want me to think Is there any other way to think Not according to him Mike is with us and alway will be

Phyllis

I was planning on proposing to Stace on March 12th. I had the place all picked out, it was perfect...so I thought. I wanted to show my dad and get his approval, in his own way he was a romantic. When I pulled up the location I had planned to take her, he said "Ocean Sores!?! You can't take her there, Brian." After we canceled that reservation the search began. Dad and I talked and reminsiced about Stacy and I's story and how life had brought us back together. He was so proud of me and loved Stacy so dearly. To dad, marriage was just a symbol, but in our conversation he already called Stace his daughter. To hear my dad say that makes me think he had this all planned out.:) After much discussion we decided on Kalaloch Lodge, a cabin overlooking the ocean. My parents had stayed there before to celebrate an anniversary.

After talking it over with the family they assured me there was no way in hell dad would want me to not propose on Friday. With them all in on the plan I convinced Stace to take a ride with me to our favorite spot in the woods. After a long ride, a good talk, almost getting my truck stuck in the snow, snow falling (thanks dad), we made it to our favorite spot. I was so nervous but I could feel dad smiling down on us and our new future. I got down on one knee and proposed to my future wife. With tears in her eyes, she said yes. For the record, she had no idea it was coming. Thanks, dad, for making it more of a surprise. Life is full of unexpected surprises, my dad lived in the moment and will be deeply missed. I feel so blessed to have Stacy in my life. She is my rock.

Dad always had faith that somehow life would bring us together again. So much faith, that he kept a tolo picture up in the garage for eight years. Dad led by an amazing example with the way he loved my mom. Thanks Dad.

Our Son

Our son Mike was the most fun and loving person anyone could imagine. He kept everyone on their toes with his teasing and jokes, so being with Mike always meant a lot of laughter. He was a kind and helpful person to so many. Mike was a family man first and always there for all of us, and our lives have been much richer and fuller for the past 52 years because of Mike. We continue to follow the blog and enjoy reading all the wonderful and thoughtful stories from so many family, friends and co-workers. It is hard to express how grateful we are to each of you, and how proud it makes us feel.

As you all know, Mike loved anything outdoors - whether it was hiking or skiing, summer or winter, Mike would be out there. We will always have memories of Mike when we see Mt. Rainier, as there have been many adventures in and around the mountain throughout the years. We find some comfort in knowing Mike passed away doing what he loved best with a dear friend.

We miss him so much already, and it is hard to imagine tomorrow without him. Love you Mike, we will see you one day.

- Mom & Dad

Celebration of Mike's Life

Celebration of Mike's Life

Sunday, March 21, 2010

2:00 pm til whenever

We will be having a Potluck

Swiss Sportsman Club

9205 198th Ave E

Bonney Lake, WA 98391

One of my oldest friends...

Ah Mike, why did you have to leave us so soon?? The words are hard to come by right now. I don't even remember when I first met Mike - we grew up in the same neighborhood - we lived on 35th Ave South, and Buchanans, Pelusos, Dorans and a few others I can't recall, lived up on 35th Place South. We were in Cub Scouts together, Sunnycrest Elementary, Totem, TJ - hiked and climbed mountains, spent time in Explorer Scouts. I was lucky enough to run into Mike last May, it was down in Algona, just a chance meeting. He was telling me about all of his heart problems and surgeries - wow, amazed that he was still alive - but he was - always the same old Mike, full of life, happy, glad to see you! You will be missed my old friend, you went way too soon... My thoughts and prayers go out to his wife and children, his mom and dad, and all others who were touched by this wonderful man's life.
Steve Gilchrist

Gone to breakfast was what the sign read on the front door. Today was the first morning that we all had to get out of the house. So what did we do, well we did what Dad would do. We got up and went to breakfast. We piled in to our cars and went to one of Dad's favorite restaurants. Kraines Corner. We all ordered Dad's favorite meal. He use to order his eggs Benedict and ask for the eggs to be as hard as golf balls, what does that mean.???? We would always ask him. Well today we found out. Breakfast was filled with tears and laughter. After breakfast we had to stop by Worksports and buy all of the Grandchildren Romeos(old man slippers) If Dad was not in hiking boots he was wearing his Romeos. It was as perfect as perfect can be right now and we made Dad proud.

In memory of a dear friend...

Mike and I met several years ago. It all started about the time my daughter brought home some kid named Brian - a tall, lanky boy who made my daughter laugh and brought out the best in her. They started dating and before too long my wife and I were introduced to his parents, Mike and Judy. Mike and I had a common interest of the out of doors. I was a weekend warrior and Mike was a true adventurer. He always shared stories and could articulate his memories with vivid detail. He shared them with the deepest of passion, a big smile and an indistinguishable laugh. Mike really knew how to enjoy life and it was apparent he enjoyed people best of all.

As I mentioned, Mike and I shared a common interest of the out of doors. Mike knew the Mount Rainier area like the back of his hand and would often call asking me to go hiking with him. I was impressed with his apparent knowledge and experience though I was a little curious (concerned?) why he was carrying a 30 pound backpack with a shovel attached for an afternoon hike. He was dressed in name brand hiking gear, carried walking poles in each hand and wore some pretty impressive boots. I felt a little ‘underdressed’ as I was wearing tennis shoes and carried only my trusty camera in my shirt pocket. What had I gotten myself into?

I soon learned that you must be prepared for anything. At some point you must break out the stove and get the hot chocolate started!

"Yes, Mike. I did notice that was an MSR stove you were packing."

I will truly miss this man…

Bob Lawrence

Bye for now Mike

I was deeply saddened to hear of Mikes passing. I have never actually worked with Mike at a base in the last 11 years, but I have had interactions with him, and YES, heard all his crazy stories. I just made a temporary move from South Base to Ryerson Base, & was working around Mike, for the 1st time. My former Supervisor Dennis Pingeon, thought I had worked with Mike before, & I told him no, this would be a first. He laughed & said Mike was a character. In the short time of being at Ryerson, Mike was to me a bright light in the morning. He always had a smile & a big laugh, and you knew he was present.

Mike always would tell me any day that the crew was getting lunch. One day we had to make a trip to the bank to get some $ for lunch. He drove me, as he said I never wanted to go anywhere around without someone with me. He needed the credit union, & my bank was right next store. I said I was going to run to the other bank, and be right back. He said OK..hurry! I ran, got my $ & started running back & he was coming to get me. I flagged him down, so he saw me & he started to pull over. I stepped in the water puddle as it was pouring down rain. He didn't drive into the puddle & splash me, but I swear I could see it in his eyes that he " Oh so WANTED TO "! I guess it was a break for me being a newbie at Ryerson..thank goodness!!

Years ago when we lived in Bonney Lake, & we had a heavy snow, both Mike & I were on graveyard, at downtown bases. He offered to backtrack into Bonney Lake to pick me up, and take me into work, so I wouldn't have to drive. So safely I got to work & back home!

That was just the kind of guy that Mike was, he really cared about folks. Mike you have been taken far too soon, BUT you will never be forgotten. My thoughts & prayers go out to the Buchanan family. See you again....keep those buses warm for us!!

Shelley Martinsen

From "Nale"

To Bucky I was "Nale" or *&%hole, #$%&head or just if I was lucky "Jim". I am a lucky man to have known and worked with Mike. He cared deeply about his family, friends and his co-workers. His words were sometimes a little gruff, but if Mike had your back, you were covered.
We will all miss him.
Jim

From Cupcake

I met Bucky about 15 years ago when my dad started at Metro. We used to always come to the 'take your kid to work days.' Quite a few years later, I myself started working at Metro. On my very first day, Bucky wondered over to CSC and said "what the hell are you doing here?" He gave me a bunch of crap and made me feel really relaxed. Over the past two years I've looked up to him and grown to love him like an uncle or even secondary father figure. I could go to him and call him for anything and he knew when to be serious and when to be a smartass.. He helped me plan my dad's 50th birthday party, he told me how happy he was that I had finally met a guy "who isn't a useless piece of sh!t,"in his words. haha.. and he made me smile everyday when I would walk into Ryerson. His words everyday were "good morning cupcake." with either a sentence following about how i looked like crap or that he talked to my dad and asked 'have you heard...? they didn't tell you?...' just to get a rise out of me. I was never Deanna, I was always cupcake. And to me he was Sunshine, Bucky or asshole. I felt privileged that he would confide in me with personal troubles and worries, and ask for my help or opinion on other things. I loved watching his face light up when he talked about his wife Judy and his kids. He loves his family so much and was so proud of them in everything they did. I could tell by listening to him talk they they are a strong bunch that can hold each other together through anything. I was able to see the softer side of him, the vulnerable side if you will.

He always reminded me that the worst days will always end and that I always just need to keep my head up. In the game of life, he won. He accomplished everything and more that a person should accomplish in life. A part of my heart will always be with Bucky and I will probably think about him daily. I looked up to him and aspired to achieve the same outlook on life that he had. I will miss him as I myself grow fully into 'adulthood.' He will be noticeably missing when I get married one day, or when I have kids. He always said that it was going to be a blast to watch me be a mom one day and watch mt scramble and freak out. I get teary even now thinking about all these things and the fun things we did do together. Like our water fight that we got scolded for starting last summer, or getting a bunch of crap from everyone when we'd rave about "5 star restaurants" in Bonney Lake and Enumclaw (our favorite to talk about was the Rainier).. or just 3 weeks ago when we went to the bar after work one night with some other co-workers (he drank, i played pull tabs) and I gave him a ride home. I recently just got bumped to south base and all the Ryerson boys apparently missed me. He told me he had to pee and if I didn't pull over he was gonna pee all over the inside of the car (it was Tyler's car).. So I had to pull over in rush hours traffic on the side of HWY 18 so that he could run into the woods to pee. Good times. That was the last time I saw him. I dropped him off at the Bonney Lake park and ride, gave him a hug and he laughed and told me how happy he was that I came out and he said ' we miss ya kid. come back to Ryerson soon before we have to come kidnap you.'

I am going to miss that more than anything, but I feel blessed and honored to be able to say that I was able to have him in my life. He was a rare and extraordianry person that will never be replace.

-Deanna Mays

My cousin Mike,

I love these pictures of Mike and I. I just wish I could tell Mike how special he was too me. He always made me laugh. I remember when we were teenagers and the family would get together.
Mike would sit in the middle of the room and tell jokes. My sister Leslie is right when we got together it was a laugh fest. Even though I have not see Mike and all of the Buchanans as much as would like to I. It is always like we saw each other yesterday when I do see them.

Please know Bruce and I are thinking of you.

Adair & Bruce Hughes

The world is a little darker...

because Mike brought so much light and life into it. We are reeling with disbelief and sorrow. Our hearts grieve with you and your family my dear, dear friend Jude. It is difficult to be so far away from you. Jeff and I waited until school was out for spring break to tell the kids what had happened. You see, even though they had only been with Mike a few times, he made a tremendous impression (as he always did). I am so grateful to have had Mike in our lives. I am grateful to have met Mike back in our high school years when you two started dating - when I was such an awkward, insecure girl and he (a boy) made me feel worth something. I am glad the two of you married early and have had a life full of family and friends and the great outdoors. I am glad Mike experienced being a grandfather. I am grateful to have been able to spend time with the two of you these past few years. I am glad Mike got to hike the Grand Canyon. I am grateful we have a God who knows how to give comfort and strength in a time where it is impossible to understand how to go on. We are praying for all of you. We love you. Dee Dee, Jeff, Kevin and Becca Theiss

Woo Hoo

Who ever knew this would be such a beautiful picture. Mike I miss you even though I was not around. I always asked Rex how you were when I talk with them

I am very thankful for this blog, it is keeping me sane

On the lighter side of things WOOHOO I figured out how to post directly to the blog Everyday for the past ten years i have learned something new on the computer Love you all Phyllis

I will bring prints of this picture with me next weekend

Lovable Son

Love you and miss you Mike.

Mom & Dad