Michael Dixon Nauer

Missing a good friend who I didn't see enough of, who saved my life in 88 rock climbing at St. Croix. Thinking of that I recall fishing him out of crevass with Tom Gordon high up on Mt. Ranier several years earlier. A fine bright hearted piece of earth and sky he was, love is the continuing force. miss ya buddy.

Michael's Poem



A hollow in my prayers

since you left

fills with sorrow,

fills with you,

loved by many,

gone into the mystery.

Michael was the love of my life, pure and simple. I can't stop thinking of you and perhaps I never will. Rest in peace, my love. Our planned reunion did not happen soon enough.

I will miss you my friend and climbing partner.

I will alway remember Mike's smile. He started working at West Photo when I was only 15 and do not remember one time that he didn't give me the biggest smile when I looked at him. No matter what his mood, Mike smiled at me.



As simple as that is, this is something I admire him for and I wish I could be more like him in that way.



He will be missed by all that knew him.