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|Date:||9/28/2012 8:55:04 PM|
|Message:||I want to write something profound on the 10th anniversary of losing Mickey, but I'm not feeling very profound. But I've lost my Mom and I just lost my Dad, and what I want is to know that they will be remembered. I'm guessing Mickey's family feels the same way about him.
I remember Mickey's friendliness to me (and my friend Trisha) when we accidentally stumbled upon this website.
I remember my surprise and delight when he'd post on the Neil Diamond board, just as "Mick." People didn't know greatness was posting on our board.
I remember Mickey spending hours on the phone talking to me, when he didn't know me from Adam.
I remember getting sweet e-mails from Mickey.
I remember his patience with all my questions.
I remember a Friday night when we posted back and forth to
each other on the porch, me asking questions and him answering. It felt like we were alone on the porch, but I found out later that people were lurking in the shadows, just watching our exchange. I felt so honored that he'd spend so much time with me.
I remember Mickey's tremendous sense of humor and his absolute brilliance.
I remember the fun of scanning the porch looking for Mickey's surprise posts, which were often buried far down the board in old topic discussions.
I remember a time after there had been a lot of discussion on the porch about us having too many prayer posts. I got a call from my Mom telling me that my uncle died, and I posted asking for prayers for Uncle Ben because Ben always worried that no one would pray for his soul. Mickey responded to my post offering prayers for my uncle within moments, despite the prayer post upheaval. He knew how much I needed that.
I remember Mickey telling me ruefully that he knew he'd be best remembered for the "The American Trilogy" instead of all the songs he wrote.
I remember Mickey telling me how very proud he was of so many of you.
I remember Mickey worrying about his Momma crawling on the roof to fix things, but knowing that you don't stop Mamie from doing anything she sets her mind to. :)
I remember Mickey more easily showing emotion than I'd ever seen any man show.
I remember Mickey writing like a poet and singing like an angel.
I remember my last communication with Mickey being through someone who was posting in the pool for him. He told me he loved me.
I remember so many wonderful things about this man I never met.
Compared to most of you, I barely knew Mickey, so I know your sense of loss is profound. God bless us all. My prayers are with you.
| I remember... by Ginny G. at 9/28/2012 8:55:04 PM|
| Re: I remember... by Bill Smith at 9/28/2012 9:31:53 PM|
| Re: I remember... by Joe Z at 9/29/2012 7:13:46 AM|
| Re: I remember... by Keith at 9/29/2012 12:02:02 PM|
| Re: I remember... by Flint Smith at 9/29/2012 3:42:05 PM|
| Re: I remember... by Bill Smith at 9/29/2012 5:21:36 PM|