The Clock is Ticking – My Brother Mike is Dead

That's Mike in the very front, Circa 1971

That’s Mike in the very front, Circa 1971

My brother Mike, the youngest boy in the Wyatt part of our diversified clan, died recently.  Tall like my Grandad, he stood about 6’4 or 5″ and weighed over 400 pounds at the end.  He is the first to pass amongst me and my siblings.  When you’re young or even old and healthy, dying seems improbable, something that happens to other people, not you.  But eventually death grabs each of us by the throat and chokes the life out of us.  When it chokes someone you grew up with or perhaps someone you love, it punches you in the stomach, wakes you up, makes you realize that your time is coming.  It’s right around the corner.

This story is nothing close to a compendium of Mike’s life story.  I am not qualified to write that.  I was really not that close to Mike.  Some of the memories I plan to write about include Mike, but will appear separately.  Perspectives are our truths and this story is my perspective; my truth about what I recall about my baby brother Mike.  Continue reading

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Death – Only One Potato Chip Away

Heaven is up there?

Heaven is up there?

If you’ve lived, then you’ve experienced death.  Anyone beyond the age of 20 has likely lost someone they love.  It’s been a number of years since I’ve lost a family member, but I’m not naive; I know the knock on the door will yet come again soon.  Recently I received an email informing me of the recent death of a couple of coworkers who both have been retired for a number of years.  It got me to thinking – when did I first experience death?  Whose death did I first cry over?  Whose life do I still think about often? Continue reading