December 31, 2022

At the end of another year...

 I only just realized how long it's been since posted on this blog.  So, seeing as today is the last day of 2022 and a new year starts tomorrow, I thought an update was a good idea.

Since Mike's death my life has changed quite a bit.  I long since have sold the house and the hunting property in Northern Michigan and now live in Virginia.  I started working as a flight attendant a little over 11 years ago.  Most of the pets I had at the time have crossed the rainbow bridge: Bo and Rosie, my beloved Husky/Malamute mix and my chocolate lab girl have been gone quite a while.  Angel and Rocky have passed.  George is still with us.  He was a young cat then and now he's a cranky old man.  I got GusGus in the months after Mike died and he's still with us too and is active and healthy, although a little overweight.  

My girls are grown up and share a rental house nearby.  I met my fiance, Rick, almost 10 years ago while flying with my first airline.  We still haven't tied the knot but we definitely are going to this coming year.  It's been a crazy time with job changes, COVID, family weddings and births, financial ups and downs.  But I'm confident things are settling into a smooth flow now and we can finally actually get officially married!

Do I still Mike's presence from time to time?  Yes, I do.  I know there are many that don't believe in that and Mike was actually one of those.  He believed in heaven and life after death.  But not ghosts.  I do believe, although I'm not that believes everything is paranormal.  I've had interesting experiences in my home that, when I can't logically explain it, I come to believe it may have been Mike making himself known.  But I don't think he's a ghost.  I believe he's with his brothers, parents and friends on the otherside having a great time.  Enjoying the outdoors and maybe Michigan football.  I think he comes by to check on us sometimes.

In short, life has gone on and will continue to go on as long as God is willing it.  My happiness is up to me and I have chosen long ago to be happy and live my best life.  Rick and I have a great relationship and are well matched.  We have Gus and George with us and also have a third cat we named Lucy that is a rescued feral. We adopted a dog we named Rudy two years ago as a tiny pup and he has added so much fun to our lives.   

Rudy

May 22, 2015

Five years later

Today marks the 5th anniversary of Mike's passing.   So much has happened and so much has changed since that day.  Although it's hard to believe five years has passed already, it sometimes seems like it was decades ago.   Now my life is quite different.  I no  longer live in Northern Michigan.   I've been a flight attendant for 3 1/2 years now.  I own a house in Virginia and am in a serious relationship with someone very special for over 2 years.   My girls are both doing well and both very happy and moving on towards their goals in life.  I still have our cat Rocky who is going on 14 years old! My daughter's cat, George, who was a year old when Mike died is still around as well.  Our sweet pups Rosie and Bo have both since crossed the rainbow bridge and I'm sure Mike was there to greet them both and give them pats on the head and belly rubs.  The house has now been sold.  There is still wooded hunting land that I own, though, up in Northern Michigan.   Mike spent many many hours out there caring for it and hunting on it.  

Yes, life has changed very much and I can say I'm honestly happy with my life today.  Even though grief can stop you in your tracks and set you back, you can move forward in your life and find happiness.  You can find new love.  You can start a new career.  If you want, you can move to a new place and start over.  You can go back to school and learn a new trade or get your degree.  You can learn a new language or pursue a new hobby (or an old one you've always had). Kick a bad habit.  Start working out and eating better.  You can travel and see places you've never seen.  You don't stop living because someone you loved did.   A lesson to be learned is how short life is and how you never know what's up ahead.   Be happy now and live your life.  Make every day count.  

November 25, 2013

SEMPER FI

I've always believed in life after death and heaven.  I've believe our loved ones frequently attempt to communicate with us and leave us signs that they're still around and still love us.   Since my husbands death I've had some interesting experiences that I believe were him letting us know.  The day I learned of his passing a woman grief counselor from the hospital was at my house when a call came through on my house line.  It was the hospital and they asked for her.  They told HER to tell me that if I would like to come see my husband one last time I should come now because shortly they would be taking him to the medical examiner.  (why they didn't simply give me this information is another question for another day).   My daughter and I both then ran upstairs to put our contacts in and get better dressed since it was so early that morning.  As I was coming out of the bathroom I heard that beeping sound that indicates a phone is off the hook.  Next to my bed the cordless phone was sitting slightly cockeyed on its base and was on.  This was a phone that you needed to turn on to get a dial tone.  Simply picking it up did not do that.  As my daughter came down the hall I asked if she had been on my phone and she said no.  I didn't believe she had, either, because I would have seen her come into my room.  It had not been on earlier because they had just called from the hospital about five minutes earlier and had it been off the hook then they would have gotten a busy signal.   I'm convinced that was Mike trying to get my attention and let me know he was there.

Throughout the last three and a half years we've had numerous experiences and, true, they can probably be explained away as coincidence or our imagination.   But this past summer I had an amazing experience that no one can convince me was not real.   I was overnighting in Toronto, Canada.  In the morning I had showered and was toweling off when I noticed very clearly written in the steam on the mirror was SEMPER FI and underneath MB. MB, of course, were his initials. It just so happened that day was our anniversary., August 26.   Some would say maybe the writing was already there but in a hotel as nice as that one I'm sure they wipe down the mirrors after every guest. And I would not expect to see many references to the USMC in Canada.  I'm convinced it was a hello and a "Happy Anniversary" from my husband. I took pictures of the writing as a keepsake.  I'll try to post one.   Yes, I'm sure in my heart it was Mike and no one can convince me otherwise.



September 23, 2012

Life's a Classroom

For more than two years now I have been on my own, figuring things out and writing that next chapter in my life. Life is constantly evolving and teaching me new things, not always in ways I want to learn new things, but learning them nonetheless. There are moments I feel like God has clicked the pause button on my life while He's in the kitchen getting a sandwich. I'm learning patience (but not fast enough for me!)

I've learned how important planning and preparation is. Everytime I head out on another assigned trip for work, I am learning how to pack more efficiently. Every new flight I start I learn how to prepare and configure my galley for the easiest flight possible. These things don't always work out, of course. I still tend to pack way too much and my aching shoulders are proof of that. There are still flights where things don't go as planned. But it's always teaching me something new. Something doesn't work out right so I think to myself "ok, next time I'm doing THIS instead" or "I'm not doing THAT ever again!!"

Financially, I'm still learning the lesson of frugality. Amazing, since my husband Mike was one of the most frugal people I have ever known. I did my best to balance that out over the years, but never with much success. Now I'm trying to be more frugal and thrifty.

I'm also learning to be more grateful and appreciative of all the blessings I have in my life. I think as we go through life we tend to take all those things for granted. We don't mean to but we get caught up in always wanting more and bigger and better things. We get a new tv and love it, then see a newer larger model and wish we had gotten that one instead. We get an iPhone 4 and then wish we had waited for the iPhone 5. We buy a new house and then feel envious of the larger more elaborate houses going up in our neighborhood. I think it's human nature. But in the meantime we don't appreciate all those good things we already have in our life.

It's goes beyond those material things, of course. We need to learn to appreciate those people in our life and not always wishing they would just be different. If you have children, be thankful for them because there are those who could never conceive or even adopt. If your parents or grandparents are still alive, be grateful because many have no parents or grandparents to turn to. Be thankful for your spouse or significant other; they may not be there tomorrow and there are many all alone. If you have good friends in your life, remember to be appreciative of them as well. Those who have a job, even a crappy one that they hate, need to stop and be thankful that they have a job and have income, rather than simply wishing they had a better one. There are so many out of work right now. Instead of always just dreaming of having more money, be thankful for what you have now. It may not be much, but its far more than some have.

Not that there's anything wrong with aspiring for more. That's human nature. It's good to go after a better job that you will love and that pays more. Nothing wrong with wanting material things as well. But while chasing the dream, look around at what you already have and give thanks. Enjoy it in the now. I believe that is the key to gaining more as well.

I'm learning to just be happy now. Not waiting until I get all the furniture I need for my house, or a bigger paycheck, or a better work schedule and more seniority at work, or lose 5 more pounds or for anything else to happen first. I have decided to just be happy now, exactly as I am and how things are now. And it's not easy. That's where the learning comes in. I have to learn to do this and fight the tendency to feel sorry for myself when things don't work out the way I want them to or when they don't happen fast enough for me.

I believe that the key to being happy is just deciding to be happy right now and not sweating the small stuff. To live more simply and not getting caught up in other people's drama. I believe we need to be more kind and giving, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem at the time. Stop judging others and worrying about what they're doing or wearing or acting like. Laugh more and find humor in all situations. And accept that we're not perfect, we make mistakes and are human. Sometimes we screw up and there's no sense in beating yourself up over it every time. To let go more, pray more and worry less.

So learning to plan and prepare more, be more patient and more frugal are some of what I'm working on but the most important thing I think is learning to just be happy no matter what. Those are my goals now and I will keep working on that everyday.

August 15, 2012

Source: via Nancy on Pinterest

July 17, 2012

Miss me, but let me go

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – But not for long

And not with your head bowed low,

Remember the love that we once shared,

Miss me – But let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,

And each must go alone,

It’s all a part of the Master’s plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to your friends that we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good works,

Miss me – But let me go.

Facebook.com/LiteACandle

July 14, 2012

Give Yourself a Moment

Recall a time alone,

when you called out a name;

but there was no encouragement

and nobody came.

Simply light a candle…

feel the comfort in its glow.

Soon you’ll sense a ‘Presence’

and your loneliness will go.

Refresh yourself each day…

within the candle’s ray.

Use the ‘Light’ it sheds on you…

to chase darkness away.

Give yourself a moment,

in a place where you’re apart.

Surrender in the solitude…

the burdens of your heart.

Peacefulness will follow,

bringing harmony to heal.

Light a candle as a symbol –

of a ‘Presence’ which is real.

Facebook.com/LiteACandle

July 13, 2012

June 10, 2012

National Museum of the Marine Corps

Sometime in the fall of 2011 I made a $300 donation to the National Museum of the Marine Corps and in exchange had a memorial brick inscribed for the walkway in the Memorial Park section on the grounds of the museum. Finally just a week ago I received the letter stating the brick was finished and had been set in place. I was home for a couple days from flying so we took the hour drive up to Quantico, Virginia to find it. They provided me with a map of sorts and that helped with locating the general section. There are so many laid there that I wasn't able to find it right away and did start to feel a little apprehension after a while: "Oh man! I hope it's actually here!!" But then we found it. It's right in front of a plaque marked "Meritorious Unit Commendation Navy-Marine Corps Streamer". Mike liked simple things and probably wouldn't have wanted all the fanfare at his funeral and probably wouldn't have been fine with a simple flat gravemarker. I, in fact, had a dream not long after his death where he walked into the room I was in and told me I needn't have gone to all that trouble and expense. But I think he would approve of this simple brick and the simple short message written on it. I'm glad that now something of his is at the Marine Corps Museum. He never got to visit it but I know he would have loved that museum. He would have gotten lost and spent hours in there. It's a really nice, quiet and reflective spot where it was placed. Very easy to find. Video

May 28, 2012

Two years come and gone

Well now it's been more than two years since that fateful day. So much has changed that at times it seems like it's been far more than two years. Other times it seems like it was yesterday. I feel confident now that I'm on the right path and positive about the moves and the changes I've made. None of it has been easy but I never once doubted that God was there and that Mike was looking for out for me and the girls the whole way. I do wonder what the next two years will bring and I'm convinced it will be great things.

These days I'm so busy flying back and forth from Richmond to Chicago and then flying for work. Then when I'm home I'm running errands, working out and trying to get things accomplished. It is definitely good to stay busy. There was a time right after the accident in which I wasn't busy enough. In the beginning working like this probably would have been a huge strain. But now I believe it is therapeudic.

Now and then the girls and I feel like Mike is nearby. I once swore I heard his familiar voice say "Nance?" when I was at my house in Manistee alone. Sometimes we smell his cologne or other smells associated with him (the good ones, haha!) There have been other sounds heard that remind us of him and it's always (well usually) comforting.

I'm working this Memorial Day and worked on the second anniversary of his death a week ago. At first I thought that would be hard to be working on those days but, for me, it's a good thing. Mike was always one to stay busy and keep on moving forward. I guess I've become the same way.

January 17, 2012

Getting my wings

It has been a while since I posted.  I have been pretty busy these last few months. For starters I have been in the process of buying a new house in Virginia and completed the sale at the beginning of December.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to be at the closing because I was at flight attendant training. So, in other words, I missed it but for good reasons.  I finished flight attendant training just before Christmas and have been flying for ExpressJet (United Express) ever since out of Chicago.  Becoming a flight attendant was something I really wanted to do when I was in high school.  I just felt like the career was a good match for me.  Sometimes you just have this sixth sense when it comes to something like that and why you're drawn to something.  Life had decided to put that dream off and I never regretted anything,  Marriage, children, moving around...they were good reasons.  But a little over a year ago the craving for that career emerged again and I could see no reason anymore not to go for it.  I started applying and did interview with one other airline. It is hard to get in. It's really hard just to get the interview and then usually only a few get hired.  But God was with me this time and lead me here.  I know some people can't relate and wonder why I want to do this but I'm finding it fun and exciting, if at times very tiring.  But I do like it a lot and have met a bunch of new wonderful friends.

I feel like now I'm starting a new chapter in my life and it's ok.  It's ok to move forward and begin a new.  There was this part of me way down deep that was listening to one or two people who judged me for wanting to move ahead.  I was told I hadn't grieved long enough.  Well, you know, it'll be 2 years in May and I'm still grieving.  But grieving doesn't mean you stop living.  Grieving doesn't mean you don't move forward and go after your dreams.  Whether it's moving to a new place, going back to college, starting a new relationship or a new career, traveling - whatever and wherever you feel you're being led to, it's ok to do that while still grieving.

Life is good and I'm grateful to be alive.  I'm thankful for each new day I'm given and look forward to being there for all the new things that lie ahead: new places to go, new people to meet, new things to learn and experience, grandbabies one day, success for my daughters.  Life has begun again and I know Mike is smiling in heaven over it.

September 11, 2011

THE D.I. The Builder of a Few Good men


This is a segment from a TV show profiling my husband Mike when he was a drill instructor at MCRD San Diego.

August 13, 2011

Garage Sale Blues

Today was my second annual (and last) garage sale. I hate having them to begin with. All the lugging stuff downstairs, cleaning stuff up, making sure it works right, figuring out what to charge for everything, finding tables and ways to display everything. Then you have to deal with all the people who think $5 is too much to pay for a perfectly great TV set. I want to tell them to go buy a new one for about a 100 times that or more. But I silently hold my tongue. I couldn't take a break and just run to the bathroom because my daughter couldn't be here to help me today. People were nosing about in my garage, although all my for sale items were in front of the garage, asking how much for this and how much for that. ("Um, no that freezer is not for sale.") I think, though, the worst of this is dealing with all these people rifling through my husband's belongings like it's the clearance bin at KMart. My husband took great pride in collecting hunting clothing, utilities and gear. He took good care of what he had and bought quality goods. It's painful to hear people who have no idea what they're talking about nitpicking his things and the little insulting jabs that always seem to follow. If they want to pick through my stuff and make fun of it or put it down, fine. I can take it. But this has gotten to be too much. There was one moment, and I know the guy didn't know any better, but I got a little hot under the collar. Someone looked at my display of hunting clothing and said "Wow your husband is going to be pretty mad when he gets home." Lucky for him I didn't say anything but, word to the wise, never open your mouth if you don't know the whole story.

July 25, 2011

Life Goes On

It's been a while since I've written. Life has been incredibly busy. I finished EMT training, passed national registry and got licensed in the State of Michigan. I haven't even begun to try and find work as an EMT yet because I have been too busy and also plan on transferring my license, however that is possible, to the Commonwealth of Virginia. Once I get there and settled in, I will get that figured out and look for work.

At present my goal is to get my house ready to be listed so I can sell it. The housing market is awful where I live but I don't want to take a huge hit on the price. I'm going to try and be patient. That's always a challenge for me. Meanwhile there are a multitude of chores and tasks to be done. Some are purely cosmetic: small painting projects and little add-ons to make certain rooms look better. Some are definitely needed. When we moved into our house back in 1997, sometime shortly after there was a little "accident". Someone (ok it was me!) dropped a blistering hot broiler pan on the carpet in the dining room. Something in the oven had spilled over into the broiler pan and silly me thought it would be a bright idea to take it outside and spray it down with the hose before it dried on. Bad idea. Bad if your oven mitt has worn through to where basically there is little more than a smaller layer of gauze between your skin and the hot object. So at some point in my trek to the hose, I had to drop that pan. Of course it instantly melted the carpet underneath it! All these years it's been covered up with a small carpet runner. Nobody ever asked why I had a carpet runner there but I'm sure many a visitor wondered. And yes, Mike was very angry when he found out. But oh well, live and learn. And now finally that ugly scar is gone. I'm getting laminate wood flooring installed in it's place and into the kitchen and front entry way today. I know it will look so nice!

There have been other small projects I've needed someone professional to do: repair my backyard spigot that stopped working; replace the baseboard heater in the downstairs bathroom that has a lot of rust on it from moisture in the room; repair the oven door. Yes my oven door whose glass likes to sporadically fall out when you open the door. That's always a nice surprise to have a thick sheet of glass fall on your bare feet when you're trying to put something in or take something out of the oven. But I don't think my potential new owners will find that so appealing.

Some of these tasks I'm undertaking myself - repainted my front door and put on all new hardware so it pretty much looks like a brand new door now. Almost. Repaired some painting jobs. Fixing the grass. (dog pee takes its toll on grass) Some new light fixtures and ceiling fans and a new garage door openers as well but I definitely need help with those.

All in all it has been a very busy summer so far and a little exhausting. I've traveled a lot back and forth between here and Virginia several times, went to North Carolina for a week, drove my oldest daughter down to Florida to help her move and have another trip to Virginia and a trip to Florida planned for next month. In between it's been work, work, work. All these changes in my house have made me realize I'm starting life all over again. I didn't expect to but I'm up to the challenge. Hopefully my next post will be talking of the sale of the house! My fingers are crossed!

May 16, 2011

A year of changes

It’s been almost a year now since Mike passed away so suddenly. It’s difficult to imagine that only a year ago my life was very different. In some ways I still feel terrified of all the things I’ve had to deal with on my own. But in other ways I think I’ve grown so much stronger and even a little smarter. It’s all been trial and error but I’ve always felt like he was right there nearby trying to give advice and lend a helping hand. I have learned that I learn best from failure. My most recent trial was our recent storm and subsequent flooding. We had it nowhere near as bad as the folks down south and in other areas recently affected by flooding. But I have to say: it did suck indeed. We got hit by a deluge of rain for pretty much an entire day and, due to the high water table in my neighborhood, the water just continued to pool up. Eventually the water seeped back into the ground but flooded out basements and crawlspaces in my neighborhood. Three years ago we had a similar experience. That storm also brought high winds that knocked large trees over and heavy rain that washed away roads. Our lawn all around flooded, followed shortly by our crawlspace which we have used almost as a basement all these years. We don’t exactly hang out in there but we do store things there. This time the winds weren’t a problem but the rain came down over a longer period and flooded more than before. I was panicking watching the water growing higher and higher and checking the crawlspace and seeing it beginning to fill up. Mike would have known just what to do, although I might not have liked it. Last time we ran a bucket brigade, unloading bucket after bucket after extremely heavy bucket for an entire weekend. Finally the crawlspace was just damp. This time I just couldn’t do that. Not only did I not want to, but I am in the final couple weeks of EMT training and have no time for anything else! I bought a sump pump and now it seems to be doing its job. I know this time around Mike would have gone that route as well. He knew the bucket thing, although it worked, was not the most efficient way of going about it. I remember him saying at that time how a pump would be the way to go if this happened again. This was another of those “What Would Mike Do” moments.
Many other things in life have changed since Mike left us. As stated earlier I am about to finish EMT training and then at some point down the road (but not too far off) plan to begin paramedic training. I also began a new relationship with someone very special. This is someone that, although I don’t want to “kiss and tell”, I can say that I know Mike would have strongly approved of. Maybe he even led me to him. He is someone he knew in his past and is also a retired Marine. I am planning to start getting my house ready to put on the market and hopefully it won’t take too long to sell. In this market, there is no telling how long it might take. Luckily I don’t have a mortgage to worry about, thanks to my husband’s financial prudence. That gives me options that I will figure out a little later when things settle down somewhat.
Mike’s girls are moving on with their lives as well. One is moving out of the state of Michigan and I’m certain will find happiness in a new life in a much warmer climate. Another is planning to return to school to begin working on her master’s degree and full time teaching career. And the baby girl is continuing her studies in college and very optimistic about her future as well. He would be so proud of all three.
I truly believe that Mike would want only the best for us, his family. He would want us all to go on and have full lives and find some measure of happiness. I have second guessed myself time and time again with each decision I had to make along the way the last year. This would encompass everything from buying decisions, redecorating and remodeling decisions, travel plans, education and career changes, selling things, decisions involving the girls, pets, Mike’s possessions, all of them. Always asking myself: “Am I doing the right thing?”, “should I be doing this right now?” “would he be mad at me for this?” “is this what he would want?” “what would Mike do?”. Usually after much thought and reflection I come to the answer that he would want me to do what is best for all of us. He would want me to sell or give away what I need to. He would want me to rearrange the house to my pleasing or change things in whatever way I feel I need to. He would definitely want me to be wise with money but to live a little too. I think most of all he would want me to go on living and be happy and do whatever I need to do to be a whole and complete person. I’m trying to do that and I think I’m making some good progress.
Yes, it’s been a hard, long year. At times it’s been a lonely and sad year. But I think in going on with all of our lives and living them to the fullest, we are honoring Mike. So I start another year now without him. I know I’ve come a long way in this last year. He’s been there all along: watching and keeping an eye out for us. I’ve felt it and known it all along. As the next years unfold, whatever they may bring, I’m going to move forward and do my best to be the woman Mike always believed me to be. I believe he will continue to watch out for us and that gives me a lot of comfort. Rest in peace, Mike.

April 26, 2011

One year ago this week I was in paradise (Punta Cana, Dominican Republic) with Mike. I had no idea that in a month he would be gone. I'm so grateful, though, that we had that last vacation together. He was unusually relaxed and stress free.

March 5, 2011

What I have learned

• I have learned that some people actually mean it when they say “If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to call” but most do not.

• I’ve learned that it is not productive to beat myself up over things I should have said but didn’t, or things I should not have said but did, or things I should or should not have done during the course of my marriage. That my husband knew I loved him and the negative things from the past were the same sorts of things all couple go through. What matters is that we loved each other and both knew it.

• I’ve learned that with God’s help, I can get through just about anything. If I can survive the death of my spouse and become even stronger, then I can conquer pretty much anything.

• I’ve learned not to listen to the naysayers who try to convince me that I’m not cut out for something I want to pursue. There are those that have tried to convince me I’ll never be able to finish something I’m trying to finish or be good at something I want to learn and be good at. I should only listen to those who believe in me.

• I’ve learned not to let the stupid comments people say bother me too much. Most people are just trying to say SOMETHING they think lets me know they know how I feel. No, their dog’s recent death is not QUITE the same thing but they meant well. Usually.

• I’ve learned that some people would rather let a long-time friendship go rather than deal with something unpleasant. Those friends that never bothered to call or send a card or just find a way to let me know they care are not really friends worth keeping anyway.

• I have learned that the soul never dies. Those we have loved and have passed on are always going to be close by and keeping an eye on us.

• I have learned that cats and dogs can be really great company.

• I’ve learned that I can learn to do just about anything if I really put my mind to it. I’m not a helpless little girl. My husband taught me so much and it’s helping me get things done everyday.

• I've learned that I can grieve in my own way and at my own pace and no one else can tell me I'm "doing it wrong." I don't owe anyone an explanation.

• I’ve learned that every Winter has its Spring. No matter how cold and lonely it may be right now, Spring is around the corner and will come eventually.

February 21, 2011

I will not forget you
You are in my sweetest moments, my dearest dreams.
I will not forget you
You have touched my soul, opened my eyes
Changed my very experience of the universe.
I will not forget you.
I see you in the flowers, the sunset,
The sweep of the horizon and all things that stretch to infinity.
I will not forget you.
I have carved you on the palm of my hand
I carry you with me forever.
-Ellen Sue Stern/Living with Loss

January 17, 2011

Alone

Made it through the holidays with sanity intact. Now the new year is bringing more and more changes. Some are welcomed and some....not so much. The house has become very very quiet. Both my girls are now gone away from home and it's just me and the cats and dogs. It makes me miss Mike even more. I knew for years these days were coming but always assumed he would be there and I wouldn't need to learn to live alone.

In some ways the new quiet is welcomed because the past months have been so busy. I need now the quiet to get my head together and figure out where I go from here. For now it's back to college and an EMT course. But there is a certain position I interviewed for recently. If that comes to pass I would snatch it up in a heart beat although it will bring about a lot of changes in a big hurry.

But for now I just keep busy and try not to let the quiet times bring too much sadness. In a lot of ways I know I'm not really alone. I know he's been here all along. Sometimes probably angry at the cats running wild in his man cave, but mostly watching over things and keeping an eye out for all of us.

December 9, 2010

Christmas without Mike

As this will be our first Christmas without Mike, it will be a very difficult one. I've gone through a couple of Christmases without him in the past, due to deployments, but that was quite different. Although he was far away, he was reachable in one way or another. This year there is just no joy in it at all. I finally was able to start decorating but still no tree. We have an artificial tree. Real trees were so expensive in California that we decided to go the artificial route after moving there. He was very particular about how it was assembled, how the limbs bent at different angles, and especially how the lights were placed. Ok, he was anal about it. I helped a lot, of course, but it was his thing and I was glad to let him do it. My girls and I always decorated the tree afterward. He also would hang the icicle lights on the house. Again, he was very picky about how they went up and did a perfect job of it. I knew he didn't like doing it but he would do it for me. I don't think I will ever hang lights on my house again. I will eventually put the tree up but I'm not looking forward to it. I decorated as much as possible but it still does not feel like Christmas used to.
Christmas eve we always went to Christmas Eve services at church. Afterward the girls always picked out one gift to open. I'd try make things as cozy as possible with only the lights from the tree and different decorations, maybe some scented candles and a little Christmas music playing in the background. I dread this for this year because I know the night would be too sad to find any joy in that.
Christmas day was sometimes complicated if Mike had to work. He never had to work while on active duty (unless he was deployed of course). But while working at the prison it was rare that he had that day off. When on second shift we would open gifts early and try to eat Christmas dinner for lunch. After he started working first shift we held everything off as much as possible and waited for him to come home to open gifts. By that time the girls no longer believed in Santa, and being teenagers, they would rather sleep in anyway. But it would still sometimes make for a long morning since he worked until 2:00 pm. He found a lot of joy in watching me and the girls opening our gifts, and would sometimes forget he too had gifts to open. I still hung his stocking up along with all the others. There are some traditions too special to do away with. I hope that once I get the tree up and put gifts under, the Christmas spirit will start to return to me. I do have a feeling he will be there in spirit on Christmas morning, watching us all open the gifts under the tree.
Not sure if this link will work or not but it's a little video clip from a Christmas morning in 1991 on Facebook

November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving

Today was our first Thanksgiving without Mike, and the first of many holidays to come. It was just a quiet day but then usually our Thanksgivings were. I cooked a big meal and we just hung around the house, like we usually do. Every year, no matter how hard I tried to time things just right, it never failed that all the side dishes would need to be reheated before we actually sat down to eat. Mike would spend an eternity cutting the turkey up and getting every last scrap of meat of the carcass. We would be sitting at the table saying "Are you almost done?" "Come on, we're hungry. Hurry up." "I'm sure that's all of it." And he'd reply usually "Nope. There's a lot more right here. Not wasting a scrap." And he wouldn't either. Then, when we'd finally be able to eat, he would usually go back for thirds or even fourths before the meal was done. I definitely knew he appreciated all the work that went into preparing the dinner. Thanksgiving dinner will never be the same again. Many Thanksgiving dinners were either delayed or pushed way ahead so he could get in a hunt. I do remember one where he got a deer and really changed our dinner plans! We ended up eating without him. There were a few Thanksgivings without him due to his deployments but we knew the following year he'd be there. It's much harder knowing he'll never be with us for another Thanksgiving again.

November 22, 2010

Moving On

After six months I feel closer to being able to move on. When you lose someone like this and your life suddenly changes, it takes time to heal. It takes time to get your head together and get your emotions in order. I found the following a while ago on the stages of grief we go through. (recover-from-grief.com)

7 Stages of Grief...

1. SHOCK & DENIAL-
You will probably react to learning of the loss with numbed disbelief. You may deny the reality of the loss at some level, in order to avoid the pain. Shock provides emotional protection from being overwhelmed all at once. This may last for weeks.

2. PAIN & GUILT-
As the shock wears off, it is replaced with the suffering of unbelievable pain. Although excruciating and almost unbearable, it is important that you experience the pain fully, and not hide it, avoid it or escape from it with alcohol or drugs.

You may have guilty feelings or remorse over things you did or didn't do with your loved one. Life feels chaotic and scary during this phase.

3. ANGER & BARGAINING-
Frustration gives way to anger, and you may lash out and lay unwarranted blame for the death on someone else. Please try to control this, as permanent damage to your relationships may result. This is a time for the release of bottled up emotion.

You may rail against fate, questioning "Why me?" You may also try to bargain in vain with the powers that be for a way out of your despair ("I will never drink again if you just bring him back")

4. "DEPRESSION", REFLECTION, LONELINESS-
Just when your friends may think you should be getting on with your life, a long period of sad reflection will likely overtake you. This is a normal stage of grief, so do not be "talked out of it" by well-meaning outsiders. Encouragement from others is not helpful to you during this stage of grieving.

During this time, you finally realize the true magnitude of your loss, and it depresses you. You may isolate yourself on purpose, reflect on things you did with your lost one, and focus on memories of the past. You may sense feelings of emptiness or despair.

5. THE UPWARD TURN-
As you start to adjust to life without your dear one, your life becomes a little calmer and more organized. Your physical symptoms lessen, and your "depression" begins to lift slightly.

6. RECONSTRUCTION & WORKING THROUGH-
As you become more functional, your mind starts working again, and you will find yourself seeking realistic solutions to problems posed by life without your loved one. You will start to work on practical and financial problems and reconstructing yourself and your life without him or her.

7. ACCEPTANCE & HOPE-
During this, the last of the seven stages in this grief model, you learn to accept and deal with the reality of your situation. Acceptance does not necessarily mean instant happiness. Given the pain and turmoil you have experienced, you can never return to the carefree, untroubled YOU that existed before this tragedy. But you will find a way forward.

You will start to look forward and actually plan things for the future. Eventually, you will be able to think about your lost loved one without pain; sadness, yes, but the wrenching pain will be gone. You will once again anticipate some good times to come, and yes, even find joy again in the experience of living.

I've been working myself through these stages. I know that everyone is different so there is no time table attached. I feel for the most part I've gotten to a stage where I feel positive now. I feel I can move on. I know there are a lot of things I do still need to learn and will go through. Nothing takes away the pain of loss and I don't feel you can really have "closure". But at some point peace comes back. I believe it's coming back to me too now.

November 10, 2010

Veteran's Day

Just when I think I'm getting to a place when I feel I'm stronger and can move forward, I always feel that old familiar tug back on my heart again. Today was the Marine Corps birthday and tomorrow is Veteran's Day. These were two back to back days that always meant so much to him. He always proudly flew the Marine Corps flag and made sure to say "Happy Birthday" to every Marine, past or present, he met. I meant to make a trip back to cemetery today to wish my favorite Marine a happy birthday but I got too busy. I will definitely do it tomorrow, on Veteran's day.
A week or so ago I received in the mail a special memory book I wasn't expecting with spaces to record the details of the funeral and photos. It also has a lot of helpful information and comfort for those of us left behind.
My husband Mike did not die in combat or even just serving in a way, even though he served so many years in the Marine Corps and spent tours in hostile environments. He retired as decorated Sergeant Major and expected to spend the rest of his days hunting and fishing and enjoying his family. Fortunately for us we had 14 more years to do that. But sadly those years went by far too fast.
They were very turbulent at times but overall very happy. Mike was an intense person but he loved me and his girls more than anything in the world and we knew it. He was passionate about everything he got involved in. At his funeral, one of his good friends spoke of how he told him that when he died one day he'd hoped it would be after shooting a big buck or while fishing with his good friends. In the end, both turned out to be true. He had shot the "buck of a lifetime" in January and only days before his death the mount was finished and hung on the wall.

My husband loved his country and supported our troops more than anyone you will ever meet. He wanted to get involved in anything to honor our troops that have made the ultimate sacrifice and those they left behind. So on this Veteran's Day I would like to send my condolences to those widows (and children and parents) on behalf of SgtMaj Michael E Bachus, USMC (Ret.) and myself.

October 28, 2010

The clock

Feeling some regret this evening for taking an old clock radio to the Goodwill. After I finished repainting my room, I pushed my very long dresser back up against the wall and put all of the drawers full of clothes back in. Once that was done I remembered I had neglected to plug Mike's 30+ year old clock radio back in. My arms were too short to reach either down to the outlet or around either side to plug it back in. The dresser was far too heavy to move loaded up. I had moved it by myself emptied out and that was a challenge. No way was I going through that again. So up to the attic went the alarm clock. I had a much newer one on my bed side table so I didn't really need that one anyway. The next day I made a run to the Goodwill with some old clothes of mine I came across during the painting process and decided to take the clock as well. Now, however, I'm wishing I had kept it. That clock was a part of Mike. He had it when I met him, of course, since he'd bought it years before. It always worked just fine so there was no reason for him to replace it. Even when his alarm was not on, at the time it was set for, you would hear a click sound. He had it set for 4 am because when he worked at the Oaks Prison he would awake every morning at 4. He didn't work until 6 but he was an early riser and liked to have time to "get his head together" before work. It wasn't loud enough to wake me, but if I was awake anyway I would hear that click every morning at 4 am. Or really I should say 3:50 because Mike always set that clock and the one in his truck 10 minutes fast. The morning he left on that fateful fishing trip he woke at the usual time and, as was his habit, he reset the alarm for the next day. Of course the following morning when it went off at 3:50 it was somewhat devastating to me. It didn't wake me since I had lied there awake all that night. But ever since, if I was awake at that hour I would hear that familiar click and think of Mike. It always sat there on the edge of the dresser and I really never gave it a thought. That vacant spot on the edge of my dresser looks far too empty now for my liking. I'm going to miss hearing that click at 3:50 am every morning.

October 8, 2010

The Toolman

My husband was like Tim "The Toolman" Taylor from Home Improvement. He had more tools and gadgets and gizmos than anyone could imagine. Today I spent a couple of hours trying to organize all his screws, nails, nuts, washers, etc. into little tiny drawers that are part of an organizer he had bought and never loaded up. I only got a small percentage done. Tools will come next and I haven't got a clue what some of them even are. He didn't like to throw out old parts and pieces of broken appliances and whatnot. I found little motors, hooks, braces, brackets, bolts, clips, latches and other miscellaneous things in his tool box. I believe I will be throwing all of them away. I can't imagine that I will ever use any of it. There is a part of me that feels guilty out there in the garage reorganizing his tool collection. It was like the forbidden Kingdom all these years - mainly to the girls but sometimes also to me. If I was out there looking for a screwdriver or a nail or something he'd get real concerned and then insist on getting it for me. I think he was just afraid I'd disturb the collection and he'd never be able to find anything ever again. I pretty much preferred it this way because the whole area kind of scared me a little. And now here I am throwing away all those little things he was sure he'd one day need again and would come in handy.
While cleaning out a chest he used as a workbench, I found about 20 handwritten notes from inmates at the prison he worked at thanking him for helping them get their life back together. Years ago they had a program there called "RESTART" that was a boot camp of sorts for hardened convicts. He got involved at the onset of it and stayed with it until state budgeting cuts canceled it. Apparently he'd made a huge impact on quite a few young men's lives. I can't help wondering where they are today. I wonder how many are still locked up and how many are out trying to redeem their lives. Although there's no way of knowing, it was heart warming to read these letters and know they were heart felt. I would have to imagine there is some sort of permanent imprint he's left on their lives.





Mike's headstone is finally ready.

September 27, 2010

How we met

It was roughly 22 years ago this time when Mike and I met for the first time. I was a young single mother of a just-starting-to-walk toddler. He was a somewhat newly divorced Marine 11 years my senior. I had grown up in Orange County, California but had a horrible itch to move away. I wasn't too keen on moving THAT far away but needed to broaden my horizons and try something new. I was this close to moving in with another single mom friend of mine but I was afraid our personalities would clash and living that close would permanently destroy our friendship. So I found a small place of my own in Oceanside, just outside the gates of Camp Pendleton MCB.
Within a few days I noticed this handsome Marine First Sergeant coming home late every evening looking a little tired after a long day. We had never spoken but occasionally exchanged a nodded hello or a smile. I assumed he had a family living in his apartment with him because his doormat indicated that and I noticed a little girl's bicycle just inside his door. But I never saw anyone else. Sometimes he would leave his door open a crack. Because I had one of the cheap apartments, with no balcony or patio, and therefore nowhere for my little girl to play, I would frequently take her outside to this concrete area between four apartments, including both of ours, and let her ride around on her little sit-and-walk cars (Fred Flintstone cars I always called them).
I remember one Saturday afternoon he was doing a high speed dub of a music tape for his daughter called "Music Box Dancer". My daughter must have thought Alvin and the Chipmunks were playing around in there and strolled right on into his apartment to see what was going on in there. This of course prompted a brief introduction. But a few days later when my 11 month old fell over backwards off of her little car and hit her head on the concrete, I needed to know where the nearest emergency room was. I was afraid she had a concussion and I was still unfamiliar with where everything was in this town. I knocked on Mike's door frantically asking him if he knew where it was. Mike actually didn't know either since he had access to the Naval Hospital and didn't use civilian facilities. This was before everyone had a computer at their fingertips to look anything up so he pulled out the phone book and started looking. He offered to drive us but I still didn't really know him yet. I felt he was certainly trustworthy but was still a little uncomfortable with that. Turned out, all was well with my little girl. After waiting about 3 hours in the waiting room of the ER she was finally up, running around and back to her old self. But that incident, as irritating as it was, was sort of how Mike and I began to know each other.
We were, of course, neighbors and started dating after that. I was still a struggling single mom so after several months he asked if my little girl and I would like to move in with him. He already had a second bedroom which had just become a giant closet for him. So we did. In late August of that year we got married. Initially we had planned waiting a bit to get married but his upcoming deployment had been moved forward a few months and so we moved the wedding date up as well. In the interim we started adoption proceedings using the services of base legal. By the time he returned from deployment all the paperwork was complete and we soon after finalized the adoption.
Definitely going through a six-month deployment just a couple months after getting married was not easy. But I'm not the first to go through it and certainly won't be the last. He returned home with orders to the reserve unit in Grand Rapids, Michigan, known as an I&I (Inspector & Instructor) and he would be the I&I First Sergeant. It was during our two year stay there that our daughter was born. After a which, we returned to Camp Pendleton for what turned out to be the last four years of his Marine Corps career.
The years went by so fast because they were filled with so much. There were great times and not-so-great times. But I wouldn't change a thing if given the chance.

September 24, 2010

Clothes

It's been four months now and yet it still is hard to give away Mike's clothes. I had done laundry the day before his passing so, with the exception of one shirt, his scent was gone from all of his clothes. I never did wash that shirt though. I can still detect a small scent of Mike on it to this day. I've cleared out a couple of his drawers in our dressers but most his clothes still remain and quite a few pairs of jeans still hang in the closet. I gave some old suits and quite a few pairs of jeans and button up shirts to the Goodwill somewhat reluctantly. There was this underlying feeling that he would come home and be upset that his clothes were gone. I know that that was ridiculous and it wasn't a conscious thought. I know with certainty that he would want me to move those things out and move on. Yet it's still hard to do so. Is that strange?

September 7, 2010

W.W.M.D.

Frequently I have moments when I wish Mike was here because he would know just what to do. He would know how to fix something that was broken or not working right or what to do about a difficult situation. He would be the one to assemble all those things with "some assembly required". I've had a week filled with trials and tests. It started on my return from a week away to find the giant carpenter ants were back and that I had a tire that kept going flat. I knew when I started out to drive to the tire place with my almost flat tire that Mike would have had a fit. So I turned around and got help changing it out just to get me back on the road. After returning from taking care of that my garage door broke! I thought someone had shot at me when the cable snapped. Mike had fixed 3 of those 4 springs over the last 13 years and would have known exactly what to do. I also have a shower door that is broken and will no longer close. This is also something Mike had repaired a couple times. I have to ask myself: What would Mike do? Would he fix it yet again or would he decide it's time to replace it? My guess is he would try to repair it again. He would have spent a few hours working on it, maybe cursed a bit in the process, but would eventually have it functioning properly again. I'm not good at fixing things and have little mechanical aptitude so my answer is to find someone who can either repair it or install a new one. But I sure wish Mike was here to take care of it. Although I hated for things to get broken because I knew he was not going to be happy about it, I never worried about the outcome because I knew he'd take care of it. Just another thing to miss about Mike.

There are also many times when I can predict what Mike would think or say about certain things. I KNOW that he never would be happy about me spending too much money. I KNOW that he would be upset if something got broken or soiled or messed up. I KNOW that he would not like seeing any dead spots in the back yard left by the dogs ("pee spots") or holes dug up by the dogs. I can usually guess what he'd be saying (or in some cases shouting) at certain news stories. But I also know when he would want me to give certain things of his to certain people. There are items of his I know he would want passed to certain special people. Although a part of me feels weird about giving any of his things away, in most cases I think he would want that. He was generous person and always ready and willing to help out his friends, family and neighbors. So sharing his things is one is what I think Mike would do.

September 4, 2010

OOO-rah!

Mike was a career Marine, having enlisted right after graduating from high school and heading off to boot camp on his 18th birthday. He was a Marine's Marine. In the civilian work force,Mike noticed the different work ethic right away. Civilians in general tend to only give the minimum required of them and expect plenty in return for that. Marine's always give 100% and rarely ask for much back. They work hard and give their all. Mike missed that a lot, probably more than anything because he always gave his all to everything he went after. If someone asked for his help, he was right there helping in any way he could. If someone needed a loan, he cracked open his wallet. He took every task seriously and was a perfectionist. Even just hanging pictures on the wall involved measuring tapes and levels. I must admit this could sometimes be annoying. But I always knew that Mike would make sure whatever it was, was done right. He could fix just about anything and never used duct tape or super glue (but sometimes a little Gorilla glue and cable ties). Everything he worked on was done right - from cutting the grass to shoveling snow off the driveway. If he repaired something, it was being repaired for good (not a quick fix).
The Marines lost a true hero when Mike decided to retire. He knew his job inside and out and put everything he had into it. And the Michigan Department of Corrections lost a truly fine corrections officer when he left his employment there just a couple short months before his death. I think a lot of people didn't appreciate the man until he was gone. That's sad and should be a lesson to everyone show your appreciation to those around you that you admire and respect. Make sure those you love know how you feel and always kiss your loved ones goodbye when they leave you. You may never get another chance.

September 1, 2010

Happy Birthday!

Thinking of Mike on what would be his 56th birthday. His birthday was exactly a week after our anniversary so two things to celebrate in close proximity. Mike was always humble about his birthday and never wanted to make a big deal about it. But we always tried to find him meaningful gifts - usually something related to fishing, hunting or Michigan Wolverine football - as well as making him a cake. I thought of making one for him this year but knew I'd be the only one eating it so I decided against it. Today will be a sad day for us.

August 27, 2010

August 26

Today would have been our 21st anniversary. It's so hard to believe it was that long ago because it seems like just yesterday. My girls and I have been in California for several days visiting family and reminiscing. We went today to Oceanside and Camp Pendleton and drove by the church we were married at in 1989. The church looked exactly as it did all those years ago. So many memories.

August 21, 2010

Mike's Truck

Today I sold Mike's truck. This was a truck that Mike babied. I can't help wondering if I should have held out for more. I would think he would have wanted me to but I did want to make sure it sold. Everyday that the girls and I saw his truck in the driveway meant he was home. After he passed, it was kind of a sad thing to see everyday but also a comfort in some way. His truck was a symbol of him. It will be weird not seeing it everyday.

Heaven Was Needing a Hero

3 months

Tomorrow marks 3 months since Mike has been gone. Mike had been gone for extended periods before. We went through 2 deployments and like other military spouses, I had to be both mom and dad for the whole period. It was never easy but it sure does build character. You learn how to be very independent and survive. This has been far harder, of course, because there is no end to it. Now I’m the decision maker and it’s always frightening. What if I make the wrong one?
One thing I’m grateful for is that my kids are older now and that there are only two of them. I can’t imagine going through this while my girls were still little. Or having to go through the early teen years either alone. Mike was a scary dad for boys wanting to date my girls to have to meet. Imagine having to meet a retired gruff looking Marine who hunts, and has guns!! He was strict but it was only because he loved them so much and knew what boys that age had in mind (because he had been one once himself!) I also can’t imagine what it was like for my mother-in-law when her husband, Mike’s dad, died. She was left a widow with 6 kids, all at home, middle school age through teens. I’ve heard God never gives you more than you can handle, but He sure does come close sometimes.
Tomorrow, weather permitting, I will take a rose to the crash site, at the end of the breakwall, to mark the date.

August 19, 2010

Mike Bachus


The abbreviated version.

Putting things away

After three months I've finally started to think about putting some of Mike's things away. I haven't been able to before. Even today I can't help thinking he is going to come home and need those things. Getting rid of any of his things seems almost like giving up. Some of his old t-shirts I took over and will keep his sunglasses and a few jackets. I plan to give his good fishing and hunting gear to his brothers. But his clothes hanging in our closet and put away in our dresser were a comfort to see everyday. Sometimes I'll smell his aftershave or cologne so I didn't want to put that away either. I do realize that this is a task I have to handle at some point. So today I took a small load of dress pants and suit jackets that he very rarely wore to the Goodwill. Even so it was a sad day.

May 22, 2010

I was woken on the morning of May 22, 2010 by my doorbell. I rolled over and lifted my head to see the clock. Who the heck was ringing my bell at 6 in the morning on a Saturday? What idiot would dare come to my door selling magazines or whatnot at this hour?? My husband had left about an hour earlier to go out on his friend’s charter boat. He would be helping out as first mate to the captain, his good friend from work. Several of their co-workers from the prison they worked at would be going out along with a couple others on the first charter of the season and my husband was very excited about it.
I decided I would just ignore the doorbell and hopefully whoever it was would go away. But after a minute or so the doorbell rang again. I got up reluctantly and stormed down the stairs ready to ream someone out. Even without my contacts in, I could see through the front door’s window as I reached the bottom of the stairs that two young sheriff deputies stood there. I immediately thought of my two girls: where were they?? Becky, my 19 year old was upstairs sound asleep. I remembered when she went to bed the night before and she was scheduled to work at Wendy’s at noon. Laura, my 22 year old, lives in an apartment about 2 ½ hours away from me. I felt a little panicked but never thought even for a second that they were there about my husband.
After I opened the door the deputy in front asked me if I was Mrs. Bachus. “Yes.” I answered. He went on to ask me if my husband was on a charter boat that morning. I replied yes again. The next few minutes were a blur. I almost felt like I was underwater for a bit as I couldn’t completely comprehend what they were saying to me. The deputy went on to tell me that the charter boat had been in an accident earlier that morning. They had hit the south breakwall and had sunk shortly after. My husband hadn’t made it. The other passengers were rescued. Although it was perfectly clear at my house, down at the lake and the harbor it was extremely foggy. Usually I could hear the fog horn off in the distance but I hadn’t heard anything that morning. I listened for it after the deputy told me how foggy it was but couldn’t hear it.
I can’t put in to words the shock I felt at that moment. It was like someone had just dropped a brick on my head. I also couldn’t believe this was true. My husband was almost super human. I imagined that he must have drowned in the sinking. How could he drown when he was a great swimmer? One April several years before he had been fishing one morning in his small fishing boat. When he was done and ready to come home, as he was backing his truck down to the dock to pick up his boat, the boat had somehow managed to come untied and float away. My husband Mike stripped down to his tightie whities and swam after it. It kept floating away and he stayed after it, all the way across the lake, even though it was early spring in Northern Michigan.
I learned later that he did not drown but had died of injuries he sustained in the collision with the breakwall itself. But this did nothing to alleviate any shock or disbelief. Even the knowledge that he succumbed to his injuries quickly and probably didn't suffer was little comfort.
At some point a woman from the Sheriff's department showed up. I believe she was a grief counselor. While she was there I tried contacting family members but struck out on everyone until finally getting one of my brothers-in-law to answer his phone. He informed the others for me. Someone called from the hospital to tell me we needed to go over right then to say goodbye because they would be moving him over to autopsy shortly. My younger daughter and I went over. I can't even begin describe what it was like having to see my husband lying on the emergency room gurney like that. There are no words to explain how horrible that was.
The next several days were a blur of making funeral arrangements, important phone calls, family and friends coming by to offer condolences and help out in anyway, sympathy cards and a feeling of being completely lost. We had never discussed burial preferences before. I knew he would not want to be cremated. And as a retired Marine with a long distinguished career, I knew he would probably have wanted to be buried in his dress blues. Not wanting to make any snap decisions, I still needed to make them in somewhat of a hurry. I didn’t even have an appropriate black dress so I would need to find one quickly.
I also was bombarded with phone calls from various media outlets. The news of a charter boat crashing and sinking with one fatality was newsworthy and different newspapers, internet sites, and television stations called me for comment. My gut told me to not make any comment and I should have listened to it. But I didn’t and spoke to several organizations. I don’t think he would have wanted me to speak to anyone. Mike was always a private person and didn't really trust the media. I did email his photo out to appear with some of these articles. There was also now an ongoing investigation into the accident by the Coast Guard.
My mom and step dad had flown up from North Carolina to help out and along with my two daughters and my step daughter, Valerie, we all went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. We picked out a patriotic themed bulletin and a poem I thought he would like. We discussed all the aspects of the funeral service itself and the visitation the night before. Selecting a casket was especially hard on my youngest daughter Becky who broke down. We had been trying to be so strong but it had gotten to be too much.
Mike had retired from the Marine Corps as a Sergeant Major 14 years earlier. Those years had flown by so fast. We had left our life in Southern California where I had grown up for this small Lake Michigan town afterward and I had done my best to make the adjustments needed. It certainly wasn’t easy and over the ensuing years we’d had our share of ups and downs. Just now life seemed to be settling down. He had decided to leave his stressful job at the prison he’d been working at ever since we'd arrived here just a couple months earlier. This was a very difficult decision since it was earlier than we had intended. I was against it at first but after I saw how that decision had positively affected him, I was glad he'd made it. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off of him and he was like a new person. He grew a beard, which I have to admit I hated. He put on a little weight, which he intended to take off that summer when he started running again. But overall he was in much better spirits and seemed so relaxed. In April we took a week-long vacation to an all-inclusive resort in the Caribbean (and he finally shaved off the beard!). I can't tell you how glad I am we had the chance to do that when we did. He was relaxed and had fun, had some drinks and didn't even discuss politics for a whole week.
His Marine uniforms had been put away since we moved here and I honestly had no idea where they were. He had a full set of his medals in a glass shadow box frame but I knew there were at least a couple other sets of them somewhere. I assumed they were wherever his uniforms were. Now I needed to locate everything in order for him to be buried in his dress blues with all of his medals. I tore the house apart looking for them and was a complete basket case when I wasn’t able to find everything. My brother-in-law, one of Mike’s younger brothers, had also been a Marine and had made arrangements with the local reserve unit’s active duty First Sergeant for full military honors at the funeral. With his help he also was able to put a uniform together since the one I finally located was too small to fit him now.
The evening of the visitation was surreal. The casket was draped with an American flag topped with a portrait of Mike that he had taken for his last Battalion’s command. He looked very handsome in his Alpha greens. The casket was closed for the visitation because Mike’s body was not ready yet for showing. The room was filled with so many flowers and plants sent by many kind people. Mike’s daughters had put together two picture boards showing my husband’s life over his 55 years. Down in the kitchen of the funeral home someone had sent over several trays of meats and pastries. Over the next 3 hours a steady stream of faces came by to pay their respects. Some of them I knew well, some only looked familiar, some were total strangers to me. But they all knew Mike and all felt the loss and the shock. Some were co-workers of Mike, former co-workers of mine, some were his old high school friends, most of his five siblings, their spouses and children were there. Neighbors and acquaintances, friends and family all coming to say goodbye.
At the end of the visitation I joined Mike’s family and my parents across the street at a neighborhood bar to toast him one last time. It had been such a long tiring and emotional day.
The following day was the funeral. My girls had put together a video slideshow on a DVD to be played at the church. There were complications there as well. The church’s projector had broken earlier that week and they were uncertain if it would be repaired in time. All though it wasn't essential, we really wanted to show it. As fate would have it the projector was repaired in time. During the ceremony, almost as if my husband had decided the long slideshow had gone on long enough, at the mid-point, at the very end of one of the song’s, the projector promptly shut off. Most in attendance assumed it was planned that way and although it wasn’t, it worked out perfectly. I can't help thinking it was Mike as he wasn't always the most patient person!




When I first got to the church I saw Mike for the first time. He looked handsome in his dress blues and his medals were displayed perfectly. His face almost had a grin on it and he looked like he was sleeping. But I have to admit that it was hard seeing him like that. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure. Young marines in dress uniforms closed the casket back up after the viewing and carried it down the aisle toward the altar. The ceremony went well. Afterward we followed his casket out of the church and out to the hearse. The slow procession to the cemetery was somber. My daughter’s boyfriend drove my car. I sat up front with the three girls in the back. We followed directly behind the hearse and drove in complete silence. Along the way cars pulled the side to let us pass. The entry drive into the cemetery was lined with corrections officers from the prison where Mike had worked, forming an Honor Guard for him as they saluted the hearse as it went by.
The gravesite was opened up and draped with a green AstroTurf looking tarp. Over it an awning had been set up. The marines carried the casket to the gravesite as people streamed in from their cars. I couldn’t help jumping at each of the 3 volleys of the 21 gun salute followed by a bugler playing "Taps". They then folded the flag into a perfect triangle and passed it to the senior ranking officer, a Marine Major, who presented to me on behalf of a grateful nation.
Afterward I had invited those who attended to come to my house. My sisters-in-law had helped me with purchasing some food trays and setting everything up. This was all a blur to me too as the only way I could think to cope at that moment was to drink wine, a lot of wine. I can’t even say I remember a whole lot of this gathering of people.
The weeks that followed brought many cards and a lot of frustration and agony. My husband had life insurance. There were no problems there. I guess I had thought the VA would be of more help but they really weren’t. Although a retired Marine, he rated no benefits other than a plaque since he was not disabled. Social Security paid a one-time lump sum payment of $255 and that was all because my children were now over 18. When my husband left his job with the state we gave up our primary medical insurance. We did have Tricare as a backup through the military. The hospital where Mike was taken after the accident did not know we no longer had our primary insurance and billed everything to them. All these claims were of course denied. Tricare received the claims afterward and ended up denying them as well, claiming he had gone out of network. This made no sense to me as this was the hospital two blocks from our home which we had used since moving here. After numerous phone calls, emails and faxes, I was able to sort out the problem and get it somewhat resolved; after which the bills started coming in from the hospital.
Around this same time I started getting all the usual large bills that hit at this time of year: property taxes, auto and homeowner’s insurance, college tuition for the fall, followed by a lawyer's bill and funeral home bill. Fortunately we had paid off our home earlier in the year and had no other debts. This was a huge blessing, especially in light of the fact that I was no longer working. I had been laid off from my job at our local newspaper a year and half earlier. That had also turned out to be a blessing since I didn’t realize just how much I hated my job until I left there. Afterward I went to work for the Census and had worked several phases for them. I had done the same work 10 years earlier. After my husband’s death, I was far too overwhelmed to continue with the work I still had and turned everything in.
Staying busy has helped get me through the last 3 months since getting the tragic news. I painted and fixed things up around the house, replacing some items as needed. The prison my husband had worked at paid for a yard service to cut my grass once a week for the season. This has been a big help as well.
I learned to do many things I never thought I could do. I relearned some things I had long since forgotten (like driving a stick shift when I had to use my husband’s manual shift truck.) I still have many stressful things to deal with: hospital bills, the ongoing Coast Guard investigation, probate, selling things, for example. I’ve felt my husband’s spirit in my house over and over. Sometimes I’ve almost heard his guidance. Overall, with the help of family and friends, I feel I’ve grown stronger and have learned to cope with something I never thought I’d ever have to cope with.