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  • 'No, he's dead.''

    The screen door is half open as I watched, Mary, watch me, take that in.

    I see in her eyes that there is no disguise.

    MIke is a prankster and even in bad taste , which some of his jokes were,
    they were always dry and sometimes complicated. Which is just how I like them too.
    (This wasn't one of those times though)

    We talked for a half hour about our memories.
    I had come by to tell him I was ready for the Helios -_blah___,
    __blah_____, a name that now didn't seem to fit in my mouth.
    Nor the need, remiain.

    The last time I saw him- 7 weeks ago, he was all pysched up for a family reunion,
    a vacation, reuniting with Navy buddies from the Nam days,
    and settling into a very busy retirement.....
    some of it happened and some of it never did.

    too bad.. He was a real human. Not to many of them in my life these days..
    Been around. seen some things.

    The first time I met Mike, I was driving by his place and he was burying a huge field of Iris,
    I had admired for years,. I had always said I should stop in, and now(then) was my last chance .

    He had enough and was switching to grass. I asked him if he wouldn't mind If I took some?
    He was happy about that and I did what I always do, in a situation like that...
    I took them all, or mostly all, as a woman stoped by and asked if she could have some?

    "Sure'' I said and loaded her up.. Mike had left me "to go at it" by myself,
    which I didn't mind at all..Not a bad haul for 4 hours work. I graded his yard as a thankyou,
    and he admired that. ( what the hell, he did allll the real work) I brought over a six pack ,
    the next day, and we yapped politics, education, history and a bunch of other things,
    He was a good story teller, and I like to listen.. There's another thing we won't do.

    After I loaded my truck up he mentioned another pile up the hill out back..
    I drove up there and took them too..
    Got them all planted in two days, that was a year ago..
    this past spring was a heck of a show.
    I saw him a few more times and more flowers and and plants came my way..
    another thousand, is not an exageration. Mike even deliverd them.
    They are all in the ground to.

    Mike , is gone..
    but here?
    He is NOT.

    I am going to misss him. We had a lot of unspoken experiences ,
    that we acknowledged but stayed away from.
    His garden came my way, and Now that I know, I won't be seeing him anymore,
    I will make sure I honor those plants with a little more care..
    Maybe its the sentiment of the moment , since I love plants

    Im gonna miss him..
    He was a friend...

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