It's spring, by the weather, if not by the calendar. Pussy willows and snow drops are blooming. The snow is mostly gone. On sunny days the hoophouse temperature rises to bone-easing warmth. But today my heart feels heavy. On Wednesday a dear friend, a kind man, a gentleman, an artist, a fisherman of good cheer died of a heart attack. Mike Wells, a gem in our little town, is gone. We will all miss him and his wry remarks and kindliness.
Mike was a active member of our Council on Aging gatherings, attending most of our meetings, even when his hearing aids weren't working so he could only BE with us. My son Rob and I had plans to help him go fishing this year and I know many people had plans to do things with him. That's always the way, especially when death comes suddenly. I feel lucky that I saw him just last week and felt his smile.
This picture was taken at a Leyden COA meeting. Mike's hand is in the circle. Next to mine. Still taking this loss in, as are all who knew him must be.
Thanks for being such a kind friend for so many years, Mike.
