I didn’t get it as a child, where do they go when they leave?
The answers were not sufficient for the love -it hurt, it burned.
The expected order came, grands then parents, now my generation.
They say Mike died-the gentle man, the one who shook his head a lot and defined kind.
Mike would get in your face in a most engaging way, he was a pleasant soul for our time, he was an Aggie, the kind from the Brazos river bottom.
The mystery of death is overtaken by the mystery of love or there is no need for human effort, Mike made an effort that made a better world.
Goodbye Mike.
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