Dear Mike,
Your 44th birthday. I just can't imagine anymore. You on your way to 50. You were practically a kid when you died. My sadness has waxed and waned for the past few months. I just can't believe it's nearly 20 years since you've passed. It may as well be a lifetime. It marks almost 10 years of unfinished business of the heart for me that is utterly wrenching at times. If I could carry on your gift of pursuing your passions, interests and curiosities with the absolute gusto you gave each and everyone one of them I imagine that you would be cheering, clapping and "wooo-hoooing" like Kerrigan when Notre Dame is scoring a touchdown. The angels alongside you would be wondering, "What on Earth is he going on about?" I can see your smile and twinkle in your eye, your signature.
I love tradition, but it would be
unlike me if I didn't change it up. In honor of your gusto, our
traditional birthday dinner of Mexican food (for your first job at Casa
Burrito) and chocolate eclairs (your choice dessert) are taking a year
off in lieu of fresh Salmon and a croquembouche for dessert. Our
latest and fantastic success at our own story of gusto is actually catching a
fish we can keep and eat! And we are learning more and more with each
attempt. We are checking out different fly shops, finding our
favorites, listening to suggestions, putting it all into practice,
making new flies, practicing knots, scouting locations and researching
online. We even have our own favorite spots on the river to go now.
It's starting to feel like we sort of know what we're doing. when nearly
a month ago I really felt like a complete idiot out there trying to
figure it out after not much luck in the past. And lastly I have wanted
to make a croquembouche for years. Maybe 8? 9? Maybe even 10. Today
I'm going to do it. It's almost like a chocolate eclair ;) Your 44th birthday. I just can't imagine anymore. You on your way to 50. You were practically a kid when you died. My sadness has waxed and waned for the past few months. I just can't believe it's nearly 20 years since you've passed. It may as well be a lifetime. It marks almost 10 years of unfinished business of the heart for me that is utterly wrenching at times. If I could carry on your gift of pursuing your passions, interests and curiosities with the absolute gusto you gave each and everyone one of them I imagine that you would be cheering, clapping and "wooo-hoooing" like Kerrigan when Notre Dame is scoring a touchdown. The angels alongside you would be wondering, "What on Earth is he going on about?" I can see your smile and twinkle in your eye, your signature.