When my Dad came across people who looked or acted alike, I would sometimes hear him say, “Mike and Ike, they look alike.” That phrase is tied to the comic strip that ran years ago.
Last night, while visiting with Rob and his parents at the end of an emotional but beautiful day, I could hear my Dad say in my head over and over again, “Mike and Ike, they look alike.”
I’ve often kidded Rob and his Dad about their similar look; but more than their look, it is the shared mannerisms and quirks that crack me up and creep me out all at the same time. I love these two guys – Mike and Ike.
Today, we will publicly mourn with friends and family over the loss of Walter – a son, a brother, a father, a husband, a nephew, a cousin, an in-law, a friend, and a co-worker. People will speak about how Walter touched their life, and music and songs will be played and sung expressing the sorrow felt. Though many (buckets of) tears will be shed, laughter will be heard, memories will be shared, and comfort will be provided through family, friends, and faith.
Walter died. There is no easy way to say those words. His heart stopped beating around 4:30 ET, Nov. 19th. While Walter was passing, a friend of mine lit a candle for him. In her words, “I lit this candle today with the intention and vision of Walter’s feeling and being free…”
This morning when I woke, my eyes were puffy and my nose was red. Starting a day in a world without Walter is not easy. But when I went to got dressed a smile came across my face. Walter was my conspiracy-theorist companion. Though he bought into the hype far more than I did, we truly enjoyed going back and forth with various theories. I wear this shirt with a smile, knowing Walter would smile with me. Oh how I will miss our conversations.
Special thanks to my friend for sharing the light with Walter.
We did it! We surprised Mum with a belated 80th birthday celebration. She was thrilled, touched, and happy to see so many wonderful friends. Here’s a shot of Mum with her kids and her kids’ kids, minus our oldest niece and her Dad (brother-in-law). Please note my Mum’s foot attire.
In October 2008, I took a picture of the boys holding hands and walking together at the local pumpkin patch. Since 2008, I’ve shot the same pose of the boys holding hands. Today was our annual visit to the local pumpkin patch, which meant it was time for the annual shot of the boys holding hands and walking together. Rob and I wonder how many years we have left of the boys being willing to hold hands. Stay tuned.