It's already been over a week since we got the news that our nephew, Michael, drowned. He lived far away and we saw him seldom, mainly at family occasions, but we know what a close-knit family he comes from, and how much they all love each other.Funerals and memorial services are over, and day to day living must continue. It doesn't seem right. Seeing the courage and faith of his wife, sisters, parents, and extended family is inspiring.
I wish we had known Michael
better. The first time I met him he was only two years old, and I was new in the family. We were boating on Grampa's big boat. Grampa was up on top steering it, and Michael was on my lap down below. Knowing little about boating, and less about Michael, I was letting him play with the duplicate controls. Michael threw the gears into reverse or neutral or something and sent the boat to a shuddering stop. Fortunately, there was no serious damage nor injuries, but I realize now that Michael was already on the path he would follow all his life -- excitement! Live life to the fullest.With visits here and there over the years, we got to know Michael a bit better. He knew just how to treat his cousins. Mash 'em with a pillow and they will adore him. It worked.
Mostly we followed the news about Michael through blogs and facebook. Marriage, baby, teaching career, he did it all with flair and devotion. However limited our contact was, there is no question that Michael, love of adventure notwithstanding, was someone you could count on.There is a determination now, shared by me, to make greater effort to enjoy our wonderful extended family.
I wish there were words to say or things to do that would fill the big hole left by Michael, but there aren't any. I have seen family bonds strengthen and faith increase -- Michael's influence will always be part of the family now.
