The beginning for my husband Mike and I began in July 1982 at our 20-year high school reunion. After being acquaintances since 7th grade, our high school years were the same.
At the reunion we re-met, talked and ended up with a date for the following Tuesday. We went to the airport in Seagoville, Texas so Mike could build hours by flying those who wanted to jump out of planes! He put a parachute on my back, placed me in a plane that had no passenger door, and off we went into the wild blue yonder to allow two skydivers to float to the ground. After which he tried to race them to the ground. He won.
After that date, we were together at some point every day. We discussed how I was looking for my Knight to carry me off on a white horse, and he was looking for his Princess. Seems we must have found these because two weeks later, after choosing a date of 8-2-82 (so he could remember the date), we were married in the downtown courthouse in Dallas with our three kids in tow. After a quick trip to Chuckie Cheese for pizza, we deposited the kids in their respective places and headed to the airport for our new journey. Arriving in Durango, Colorado, we went straight to the Strater Hotel to try and get a room...in August...not likely! When asking about available rooms he was told there were two, one for $55 and one for $65. Being a frugal man, guess which one he chose. As we were walking away he turned back and asked the difference in the rooms. The clerk said the $65 room was the honeymoon suite. Mike then changed his mind because one is never disappointed in the best. We had the honeymoon suite, over the Diamond Belle Saloon. Another adventure.
Just the beginning of an awesome adventure that took us from Texas to California to Tennessee in over 33 years of marriage. Our relationship was deeply rooted in Texas because of many wonderful friends there, and also our special blended family. We loved our Tennessee home, yet we missed the lifelong friends from childhood in Texas.
Our last trip was to the Lake Country of Northern Italy. We loved it so much, and on our return we made a pact to return the next year. The deposit was to be made on Monday, June 22, 2015. The day God chose for Mike to pass from this life.
Mike tried to be rough, tough and edgy. In reality he had the most gentle heart, always the peacemaker. An old friend of ours wrote
to me after learning of Mike's passing. He recalled a conversation with him at a high school reunion. His words: "Mike told me, 'You know, we really have to admit we've had a good ride.' " Yesterday the friend again wrote to me: "Mike has moved on for now, for reasons we might not understand. But live your life as Mike and Lisa would want you to do. Embrace your life as you always have.
And you know that one day, as you begin your journey, two kindred spirits will be there to greet you."
Every day has been a blessing with Mike, who loved his Princess and family with all his heart. Just as I also loved my Knight who carried me away on his white horse, 34 years ago. I am so thankful God allowed us to share these times together, touching so many lives in his own way. And in the end, he did it his way.