Mike lost his long and courageous battle with cancer in the early morning hours. The bravery and optimism he displayed during the past year was an inspiration to all who had the opportunity to be a part of his life.

Mike touched so many lives through his kindness, gentle spirit and love of life. He will be dearly missed by everyone that knew him. We know that he is with God and is now cancer - and pain-free.

When Mike’s wife Susan called to tell me that Mike had passed away my shock and sense of loss was exceeded only by a flood of memories. I thought of Andy and when Mike had told me that he had seen his name in Washington D.C. on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial. I remembered Mike at Washington State University where we had shared a house. I Bitburg to have a beer and play foosball then stopping for pomme frites on the way back to the base. I remembered benchwarming on the football team and having better success as soccer players. I remembered hanging out at the Teen Club and making jokes about teachers, other students and ourselves. I remembered hitchhiking to wine festivals. I remembered working summers at the Mess Hall making money so I could buy something cool if it ever showed up at the PX. Most of all I thought about how easy those days seem now. The freedom we had to get to know who we were as individuals. That is not to say that we weren’t subject to the usual teenage angst but maybe the structure of being military dependents gave us a stable environment to mature.

It was my good fortune to know Mike when we were teenagers, young men, and middle-aged, a friendship that lasted close to forty years. We should all be so lucky to have friends like this. After college when life took us on its different currents, into calm or troubled waters, we kept in touch. We always seemed to reunite periodically and seamlessly picked up where we had left off. Some parts of our lives had similarities; we graduated in education, remained living in Washington State and attended the Orlando reunion as bachelors but brought our wives to the Texas reunion.

Like so many of those who attended BHS, Mike went on to a successful life. I like to think that the many experiences we had in Germany have played a large role in who we are today. Aside from leaving us too soon Mike got the life he deserved, three fine sons, a loving wife, success in socially rewarding work and a zest for life. Mike was a comfortable man to be around; he was open and curious, centered and self-effacing. There was solidness to Mike that helped to ground those around him. He was a man we would do well to emulate.

It feels strange to be the last of our trio, that Andy and Mike are not here to speak for themselves, that the details of their lives are now presented second-hand and interpreted by others. It was my eternal good fortune to call those guys my friends. They are missed. but not forgotten. If there are any lessons from this experience it would be to treasure your friends, keep in touch, make the effort to call or write an E-Mail. Memories are precious but take advantage of the here and now.