I drove young Arthur to camp and myself to work this morning in a 1995, oxford white, single cab, long bed, 5-speed, two-wheel drive, Ford F-250, Powerstroke pickup truck, the purchase of which afforded us the opportunity to meet Mike and Carol, about a year and a half ago.
At the time, Mike was battling his illness, his courage inspiring, his outlook upbeat, and his joy at having more days to enjoy with family, friends and co-workers genuine. Though our meeting was very brief, I recall clearly Mike’s plain-spoken way, his quick and easy conversation, and his ability to turn a phrase – all of which made him memorable, even to a family who talked to him for no more than a couple of hours.
Our sympathy goes to his loved ones. Our hope is that they in time will temper their sorrow with the knowledge that Mike touched lives. His memory rides Alaska’s road system with us… in his pickup.
Laura, Arthur and Gerry