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

Always smiling, joking, teasing and full of life...

my goofy wonderful cousin

I think I agree with Mike's Granddaughter. We know he is in heaven but we want him back!!
One of his wonderful qualities was his love for his family.We were always talking about getting together for our "annual" picnics.When we finally would get together it was a laugh fest.
Looking at Mike's blog there are many wonderful stories. He will be missed.
Leslie Schweiger

Fellow Train Buddy

I rode the Sounder train for a few years as a means to commute to and from my job. This allowed me the pleasure of bumping into Mike every now and then as we would depart and arrive at the Sumner station. More than a few times I was greeted by that familiar, booming voice as he spotted me in the crowd. He would never hesitate to ask how my busy life was going and would always ask about my lovely wife (she pretty much grew up with the Buchanan’s). And of course he would always update me with all the transit projects that were going on (Mike had a way of making transit stories interesting even though on the surface that subject could be rather boring). J You see, no matter what kind of day I was having, every time I saw Mike, instantly my day got better. That is what made Mike a special person and a very loving man. Farewell my fellow train buddy, you will be greatly missed!

Good Ol-Days

What a shock to receive the call about Mike! So many times over the last few years we have talked about getting together for diner or BBQ with the families, but as so often happens it never becomes a reality. Let me check my schedule I would say, no I'm out of town on business that week or Mike would say that he had trip planned that weekend. On to the Good Ol-days...
Jude remember our double dates back in high school? You were always trying to set me up with one of your friends, well not always...I remember one time you and Mike were in the backseat of your little Honda coup and I was driving it out towards ALKI and I hit that little puddle that turned out to be like a lake, as the water sprayed over the top of the car I thought it would stall out but we just seemed to float across, you and MIKE never even came up for air!!!
Once you were working at Dags or someplace in Renton and Mike and I came down to bum food as always, Mike thought it would a great joke to turn your car sideways in the parking spot!

Mike was always ready for a trip whether it was camping, skiing or just a little hike as he called them. Mike gave me my first Ski lesson, bring warm clothes and a BIG lunch he said. We walked up to the bottom of chair 4 at Crystal and put on our Ski's that seemed to be about 8' feet long to me. Mike said "we don't need no stinking tickets" we are skiing up the hill, that's right my first ski lesson was cross country up chair 4! Mike said lunch was at the top at this little lake he knew about... what seemed like a week later to me I collapsed into the snow by the lake and we ate. I don't know how I made it up that little hill as he called it but it made all those two-a-day football practices seem like a walk in the park. After what seemed like only 15 minutes Mike said now for the fun part going down, better hurry he laughed it will be dark in about 30 minutes and he was gone...I made it down somehow and he was at the bottom rolling around laughing saying that was the funniest thing he had ever seen, my falling every 20 or 30 feet all the way down.

My first climb was better... we climbed Mt Snoqualmie it didn't seem too bad I had gotten used to Mikes little hikes already. When we made it to the top we climbed out on a chimney rock and had lunch, then it was nap time. We napped a little long and had a fresh layer of snow on us when we woke up. Craig said it was late and we better get a moving we came to a big snow field and slid down using our ice axes to self arrest, Craig went first and made it look easy and then me OK that was fun. Then Craig said good thing we stopped here look at that drop off and then we hear Mike Laughing like crazy and all we see are two boots bouncing around in what looked like a small avalanche and wipes us both out and somehow we all stop before we dropped off the ledge. All the time Mike was laughing, well it was getting really dark now and they decide we need to take a little shortcut, we repelled off that ledge and down about 100 feet or so in the dark. When we finally got to the car Mike and Craig both said they couldn't believe that I went over the ledge having never done it before.
Life with Mike was never boring and I remember him always telling the same stupid joke at every party over and over and he always laughed. I think half the fun was watching our reactions as we grimaced when he started with "Tarzan was walking..."
Ther are a million stories to tell like when we into the back country on the back side of Hyack or trying to knock each other into snow holes next to trees or putting bread crumbs on someones head when they took a nap when hiking so the birds or chipmuncks would climb on them. Fighting over the hammock when we hiked or camped or the big anouncement that he was off to "take a dump".
Jude do you remember the infamous "JUST GET ME A HAMBUGER" Mike loved to tell that story at any BBQ I was ever at...
There will never be another one like you Mike! Miss ya
Dave and Ruby Eden

I first met Mike many years ago on the side of I-5, by Federal Way. I was a newby Transit environmental person, and he was one of a large South Base crew that was helping to clean up a major spill. Mike had incident command experience (or so he said - I learned later to never really trust what he said) and he really took control and managed the cleanup. I was forever grateful and we would frequently rehash that original meeting. I would run into Mike sporadically as he moved from night shift back and forth to day shift. He shared many serious things with me - things he probably couldn't share with the "guys". But, I also saw the humerous side of Mike. I learned to never leave my keys in my truck when working at a base where he was on shift. One time after getting locked out I made him drive me to NRV to get keys so I could continue on my way. I will really miss him and his stories.

I never got a nick name - maybe because I always called him Mike.

Cathy Johnson

Returning from Europe with Brian. 2006

Upon returning from Europe

Mike - How was the trip?
Brian and Dustin - Good, we had had fun
Mike - So, where are the backpacks?
Brian and Dustin - They are packed away
Mike - yea, so, can you get them now?
Brian and Dustin - No... they are really packed away
Mike - I really need them now
Dustin - I can bring it back when... I unpack
Mike - you might forget
Dustin - uhhhhhhh, ok I'll get it
Mike - BRIAN, you too

God Bless you Buchanan Family

Love Dustin and Jamie

Mike

Mike was many things to many people....to me he was my big brother. I love him so much and until the day I go to join him I will miss him everyday. It gives me peace to know that he is up in heaven...skiing, biking, climbing, giving everyone a "nickname". Today I can hear his laugh in my ear....he always made me laugh. Mike has loved me thru some very difficult times in my life and his love was always unconditional. It did not matter what was going on, I could call him and he would be there for me no matter what. He loved my girls so much, always had an encouraging word for them or some advice on what to do next...:-)....When we where kids we would fight like crazy....but when it came down to it he was always on my side. I can't even begin to share all the silly, happy times we had together as a family. Mike's life is such a testimony to our wonderful, kind, loving parents. I pray now for my family...for Judy, my parents and the kids....I celebrate the wonderful life my brother had and only wish I could see his face one more time to remind him how very much he meant to me....I know how much he loved me and I know he knew the love I had for him....it is hard to imagine there not being "5 Buchanan's on 35th Place" - See you on the other side my wonderful brother.....Thank you to all our family and friends for your love, support and prayers.....
Karen

Update

The Buchanan family will not be home today 3/13/2010 from 12-3pm. Please fill free to stop by after that or any other time.

Mike, me, and Fred

Mike - During all the years we worked together at CSC in the paint shop, and anytime we spent together after that you always made me laugh. That is truly a gift to share with your friends and family. I know we will laugh together again. Fred and I will miss you.
Jeff S.

My Friend My Brother,

Sadness runs through my soul. Bucky was my friend who loved life and truly loved the outdoors. We talked about stuff only brothers can share during our rides commuting back and forth daily to Metro. When I retired, Bucky and my daily talks with him was what I missed the most.

He called me two days ago, saying Judy had seen me walking our dog, which prompted him to call and see how I was doing. This is the kind of friend he was, always looking out for others with a caring thought. Bucky and I had planned to go out to dinner with our wives as soon as he returned from his trip from the east coast. With Mike passing, it reminds me of how short life truly is. Bucky lived life to the fullest and it showed in that infectious laugh he had, with always a positive attitude. Bucky my friend and brother, I will truly miss you.

At this time, I must lean on the Lord to get me through. Knowing Bucky went to be with the Lord and is in a place of peace, gives me peace. God had a plan forBucky here on earth and on March 10th he called him home. Time is on Bucky's side now and he is on th highest mountain top he has ever seen, looking out over each and everyone of us. While he was here, he touched many hearts in the most special and loving way a person can give another. The legacy Bucky leaves, will always be in the hearts of his loved ones and also within all of us.

Thank you my friend for being such a great friend and brother and most of all an inspiration to me. Thank you for giving of yourself and loving me with no conditions. I will miss you my brother but will always remember you with fond and happy memories. Thank you!!

James Whitesel

Wow - I am stunned to hear of Mike's passing. Though our paths have not crossed much in the last 25 years - the first 25 years - growing up on 35th Pl. So. in Kent with Mike's family as neighbors - have left me with many fond memories. Wonder how many nick names he's given? Mine was 'skate' - fondly given (I'm sure) during our years working together at Air Mac. And those neighborhood 4th of July events ..... Mike & Randy tossing firecrackers under all the females feet - such an annoyance at the time - such a memory today. Judy our heartfelt sympathy goes to your and your family. May you find peace knowing Mike passed doing one of the things he loved most .... LaVerna and Randy Taylor

I was just a kid in love with the mountains when Bucky invited me to join him and Brian on a hike to the carbon glacier. It was one of those first mountain experiences that inspired me to live as much of my life in the mountains as I could. I can say that that trip, my only trip with Bucky, pushed me into mountaineering. I ended up climbing countless mountains because of Mike. Some of them were with his ice axe and helmet that he lent to me for earliest climbs. One of the great things that lives on in my life from Bucky is on most trips that I take into the mountains you will find a small quart can of foldgers coffee with a pound cake in it. pound cake is the exact dimensions of a foldgers can and is still in perfect condition when you get to camp. Nothing gets crushed or smashed. It's that special thing he taught me that I still use to this day, and I thank him for that. I wish I could have told him that myself.

Over the years I've heard so much about Bucky and Brian and the rest of the family through my dad. Mike always invited me on trips to the Tahoma Huts or Mt. Baker but I only had that one chance as a kid to hike into the glacier with him. He was a friend through the years. He came to my graduation party, he BS'd with me at the shop when I visited my dad, and he danced with us at our wedding. It's hard for me right now to sit here and cry through this post. Mike and my dad are a lot a like. They both gave their lives to working hard, and I mean hard, to pay for soccer shoes, lift tickets, hiking boots, and bikes that we needed to be the people we are today. They both picked the shifts needed to make the start of the games that seasons or have the days off to drive to the tournaments. They both gave them selves to the role of being fathers, and through that time they became such good friends. I wish they could of grown old together, sitting around talking about the latest transmissions and articulated 60 footers while drinking cheep beer together. Thank you for everything Mike.

As I sit here trying to figure out what the new update should be, I hear my family in the background laughing and telling stories of my Daddy. This is Cynthia Michelle as my father would famously call me-Mike's middle daughter. Thank you all for your kind words. We can feel all of your love. Please fill free to stop by the Buchanan household. As for details:

We will be holding a celebration of life ceremony on Sunday March, 21 at the the Swiss Sportsman's Club in Bonney Lake. More details to come we just wanted to get the date out to you all.

Please, please sign your name at the end of your blog post.

Mount Rainier

I don’t know where to begin. I am so shocked and saddened it’s hard to comprehend I can only imagine what the family is going through right now. I’m so very sorry for your loss.

I have many fond memories of Mike from when I was a child and seeing him through my children’s eyes. Just this past summer we were fortunate enough to have Mike share with us, Mount Rainier. I will treasure that memory always and Harrison and Owen will always remember Frozen Lake and seeing four feet of snow in the middle of summer!

I will always remember the small things like sitting watching the Olympics with Mike (28 years ago?), comments like “He’s in the can Man” , walks on Cadboro Bay beach when the kids were just babies (now they have their own!) and the big things like Judy and Mike’s wedding, The Kumsheen river rafting trip and most recently Twin Rock, Oregon. We love you Mike.

Love Allison, Stephen, Harrison & Owen xoxoxo

Bucky

Well my day at metro started by walking in East base for graveyard shift and someone on the intercom announcing that Elvis had just entered the building. I spent my first week or so teamed with Mike, I wasnt sure what I'd gotten myself into. lol. Later on while working there Bucky had his first heart event. and I moved on for lack of seniority to south base. I lost track alitt ltle of him but think was at Bellevue base when next heart surgery happened. Eventually Bucky ended up on Central base days and I made Lead Mechanic and came down on swing shift. The first words when I saw Mike were, hey how ya doing Elvis. After a year there I experienced a Heart Attack. When I came back to work there Mike was right there pulling me on a bus and talking to me, asking if ok, if needed to talk just say the word. Two month later I suffered a Cardiac Arrest and lived through it and got alittle helper implanted. Mike called me Thumper then along with other members of the crew. I eventually had to have Bypass surgery, Mikes Aunt was one of my nurses in the heart ward at Overlake and I mentioned Iworked at Metro. Apparantly she pasted that one to Mike, as within a day or so all the nurses on East 2 were calling me Elvis. Mike came in to see me and harass me while I was there. When I eventually came back to work my first time walking in shop he opened his coveralls and said to me with a big smile lets compare SCARS. I couldn;t help but laugh, which brought tears to my eyes still being a somewhat new scar. And he just kinda looked at me and smiled and said hurts dont it. We checked in with each other I think everyday at Central base after that. I looked to him for advice and we compared Meds. I will miss my Zipper chested brother, he was one of the best people I have ever met. He was truly one of a kind. My heart and condolences go out to Mikes family, I am so sorry for your loss. Sincerely John Murphy

Edgar by Ed Mays

Most of us at Metro owe our nicknames to Mike. He had a nickname for just about everyone. Good or bad you got a nickname. Of course most everyone knew Mike as Bucky, but I used to call him Edgar. I always told him that he was just like Edgar Martinez of the Mariners. He might not always play or get in the game, but he made the rest of the team play harder! The best years of my Metro career were spent working with Mike. There will be many corners in our shops that I will never be able to go without thinking about Mike. With a heavy heart I say goodbye brother, I will see you again someday.

Horse Bite Mike

Mike was an amazing and positive influence in our lives. I can see so clearly Mike sitting in a lounge chair on the beach in Parksville, my youngest son Grayson pretending to be an old man and Mike laughing so hard he had tears rolling down his cheeks begging Grayson to stop because it hurt his incisions to laugh so hard. I remember Mike giving "horse bites" to our boys Ben and Grayson as they sat buckled into their van seats - I couldn't tell who was enjoying it more. We had promised to take the boys to see Indiana Jones if they learned their times tables. Mike used a different approach - he treated the boys to "Indiana Jones" and then made them promise to learn their times tables. Mike always ' seized' the moment and took a positive approach to life. Turns out, the boys are doing great in math. I remember Mike's commitment to, and love of his family; we always felt we were a part of this family... We often discussed wood working projects, camping equipment, parenting and a particular favorite - practical jokes - prior to a recent Olympic hockey game we received a voice message from "The United States" and were advised that the "border war" would soon be over. Needless to say this generated a return call from "The Canadians" and of course a call back from 'The United States". Mike treasured family above all else no matter where you were from...
Ben, Grayson, Sarah and I are shocked and saddened by the news of Mike's passing - our love and prays are with you all. XXX000
The Lenners xxoo

Quit playing grab ass

Some of my fondest memories when I was younger was Mike as a soccer coach.  I can't imagine having to control Brian and I on a soccer field. He did it with the best of spirits and taught me life lessons that have stuck with me. We would have practice once a week then usually have a big dinner at the Buchanan's. Those were the simplest of times yet the best. I will miss Mike but always remember him with love and respect.   

Jared

We just spoke with the Medical examiners office. Mike died instantly, and completely pain free. Cause of death was, hypertensive and Atherosclerotic disease. Well basically his heart exploded. His body will be released to us tomorrow. The immediate family will be able to see him. He will be cremated shortly after that. Eventually we will spread his ashes in his favorite places.

We are finishing the details for his celebration of life ceremony and will let you all know as soon as possible.

Bucky

As most of you have heard last night, 3/10/2010, Mike Buchanan(Bucky) died doing what he loved. He was on a hike with a dear friend and died while hiking on trail. Mike was a lover of many things, first his family, friends and then the outdoors. We feel Blessed that our husband, father, grandpa, son and brother died quickly and pain free. He died breathing in the sweet air of the Mountain. He lived his life to the fullest with no regrets. He did more in his short life than most of us will do in a life time.

We are working as a family to find the best way of honor Mike's life. We will be doing a celebration of life service within the next week. Details are still vague as for the cause of death.

The point of the blog is not only to honor our husband, father and grandpa but it is to communicate with you all. We are asking all of you to post comments, memories and/or pictures.

The Bucky legacy must live on. Not only through his wife, children, grandchildren and family but through all of you as well.