As Mike’s stepfather, I can’t say why it’s taken me so long to visit this site or post anything. I guess in my own way I’m working through feelings and memories, and even though I freely talk about it with Leslie, other family and friends, I find myself at a loss to adequately express how I feel about Mike’s death. Maybe this will be a start: On Father’s Day each year — without fail — Mike would take the time to call and wish me a happy Father’s Day. Even though we talked only a few minutes, it always touched me that he would make that effort. I’ve never been really secure in my role as stepfather, and Lord knows I made more than my share of mistakes. But Mike always reached out to me, and it always made me feel special. My day will be emptier without that phone call. I know I never said this enough when you were alive, but I hope it still counts for something: I love you, Mike
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