In his amazing book, “I’m Proud of You: My Friendship with Fred Rogers,” Tim Madigan tells of Mister Rogers explaining how we can ask the people in our lives who die to intercede for us because they are now seated much closer to God.
With that in mind, MAA, I will often pray not just for Michael but, to Michael.
And, to stick with the reference, after reading this life-affirming post/eulogy, I must add: I’m proud of you, my friend.
Mickey, this is beautiful.... I will have to remember this..... how we can ask the people in our lives who die to intercede for us because they are now seated much closer to God. 😘💗
Dear Margaret, I can't help but believe that Michael will be doing his part from the other side, in the beautiful way only he can. We need angels as much as, or more, than we need human assistance right now on this Earth.
Thank you, Margaret, for sharing all of this... I feel I got a sense of being there, of the timelessness of it... the deeper love interwoven with the loss... the eternal dance of grief and hope... Many blessings.
And I love the fingerprint yin-yang pendant. So special.
I read this slowly and listened to the mosquito's lament, such a beautiful accompaniment! I loved reading all the loving things that others sent to you. And I feel Michael's wisdom seeping into my soul with his profound and humble sayings. Honored that you've shared this personal journey with me. And I'll be there for the road ahead, wherever it goes next.
Oh and the photo of you and your best friend warmed my heart. So much love in that hug!
So much incredible beauty in so much poignant sadness.
The fullness of your lives, the out-pouring of creative expression from you both and your keeping track of Michael's wise words - almost as if you knew you'd need them to honor him - says so much about your deep love and love-story.
Bigger than each of you, bigger than both of you. Of course you'd share it. ❤️ Thank you for Margaret, and Michael.
Oh, MAA. Thank you for courageously opening your heart to share your fond memories of your beloved Michael, that we may find medicine in his words ✨️💓 I know so many grieving people are taking comfort in your posts lately. You are not alone, and you -- and your love for Michael, and his love for you -- are such a gift to this world. 🥹
As you glue the shattered bits of yourself back together, let your friends support you until you are finally able to trust the glue to hold. That’s always been my picture of how grieving works.
Thank you for such a wonderful posting, a rare and vital moment, reminding me there are three in every relationship -- him, her, and the space in-between -- and when both commit themselves to keeping the space in-between 'clear', then wonders of beauty arise, as your eulogy recounts.
Thank you so much for sharing so much of Michael's kind words and wisdom here.
More and more, he sounds like someone who I wish I myself had as a mentor in the past, but even now. I am very grateful to know you and that part of him lives through you.
"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter" - Yoda
In the name of the patron saint of insects, I'll share an embarrassing recent story.
Just this last week I was in the pool I was having a great time talking with my other half while enjoying the cool water. Unfortunately she asked me to stop and pointed out that I should calmly move towards the edge. She was trying to use a stick to rescue a spider. Of all the little crawlies, spiders are the ones I still have some fear of. Thankfully, the rescue was successful and we were able to get the little critter safe from the water and into a patch of plants. It reminded me of the "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't know it would cost me my life" meme that's been going around. (https://www.instagram.com/madison.mea/reel/C-ApirkCr9_)
I bring this up, because you've put together an important reminder that: as dark as times get, we must never lose sight for how precious life is. Not for the little ones, and not for ourselves, and not for others. My hope is that this tragic loss doesn't diminish your ability to do what you need to (including rest!) with joy and purpose. I'm rooting for you and for Michael's soul.
My deepest condolences. May your pain be lifted sooner than later: Michael is now free of pain and enjoying his new body of light. You covered everything thoroughly. May the Lord be with you. Thank you for sharing your deepest thoughts of both joy and pain with Substack and those who knew him and you.
In his amazing book, “I’m Proud of You: My Friendship with Fred Rogers,” Tim Madigan tells of Mister Rogers explaining how we can ask the people in our lives who die to intercede for us because they are now seated much closer to God.
With that in mind, MAA, I will often pray not just for Michael but, to Michael.
And, to stick with the reference, after reading this life-affirming post/eulogy, I must add: I’m proud of you, my friend.
Thank you… 🙏 💕 🙏
Mickey, this is beautiful.... I will have to remember this..... how we can ask the people in our lives who die to intercede for us because they are now seated much closer to God. 😘💗
Thank you, Stella (and fancy meeting you here)! I'm so pleased this resonated and I'm thrilled to know it will influence your prayer life. 🙏 💕 🙏
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Dear Margaret, I can't help but believe that Michael will be doing his part from the other side, in the beautiful way only he can. We need angels as much as, or more, than we need human assistance right now on this Earth.
All blessings to you both. xoxo M
Thank you, Margaret, for sharing all of this... I feel I got a sense of being there, of the timelessness of it... the deeper love interwoven with the loss... the eternal dance of grief and hope... Many blessings.
And I love the fingerprint yin-yang pendant. So special.
I read this slowly and listened to the mosquito's lament, such a beautiful accompaniment! I loved reading all the loving things that others sent to you. And I feel Michael's wisdom seeping into my soul with his profound and humble sayings. Honored that you've shared this personal journey with me. And I'll be there for the road ahead, wherever it goes next.
Oh and the photo of you and your best friend warmed my heart. So much love in that hug!
"Tomorrow isn't there.
Thank you for his reminder.
fly
So much incredible beauty in so much poignant sadness.
The fullness of your lives, the out-pouring of creative expression from you both and your keeping track of Michael's wise words - almost as if you knew you'd need them to honor him - says so much about your deep love and love-story.
Bigger than each of you, bigger than both of you. Of course you'd share it. ❤️ Thank you for Margaret, and Michael.
Oh, MAA. Thank you for courageously opening your heart to share your fond memories of your beloved Michael, that we may find medicine in his words ✨️💓 I know so many grieving people are taking comfort in your posts lately. You are not alone, and you -- and your love for Michael, and his love for you -- are such a gift to this world. 🥹
Dear, Precious Margaret Anna: You have such an exquisite way with words. Wishing you peace forever. ❤️
You never said I'm leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why.
~
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
~
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill.
~
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.
~
🙏 My sincerest condolences to you, Margaret Anna Alice, on the loss of your beloved irreplaceable Michael. 🙏
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Beautiful eulogy. My heart goes out to you. And hugs!
Such a moving account of Michael’s service.
As you glue the shattered bits of yourself back together, let your friends support you until you are finally able to trust the glue to hold. That’s always been my picture of how grieving works.
Sending you so much love, from Canada. 😘💗
Thank you for such a wonderful posting, a rare and vital moment, reminding me there are three in every relationship -- him, her, and the space in-between -- and when both commit themselves to keeping the space in-between 'clear', then wonders of beauty arise, as your eulogy recounts.
Thank you so much for sharing so much of Michael's kind words and wisdom here.
More and more, he sounds like someone who I wish I myself had as a mentor in the past, but even now. I am very grateful to know you and that part of him lives through you.
"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter" - Yoda
In the name of the patron saint of insects, I'll share an embarrassing recent story.
Just this last week I was in the pool I was having a great time talking with my other half while enjoying the cool water. Unfortunately she asked me to stop and pointed out that I should calmly move towards the edge. She was trying to use a stick to rescue a spider. Of all the little crawlies, spiders are the ones I still have some fear of. Thankfully, the rescue was successful and we were able to get the little critter safe from the water and into a patch of plants. It reminded me of the "I'm sorry for scaring you. I didn't know it would cost me my life" meme that's been going around. (https://www.instagram.com/madison.mea/reel/C-ApirkCr9_)
I bring this up, because you've put together an important reminder that: as dark as times get, we must never lose sight for how precious life is. Not for the little ones, and not for ourselves, and not for others. My hope is that this tragic loss doesn't diminish your ability to do what you need to (including rest!) with joy and purpose. I'm rooting for you and for Michael's soul.
My deepest condolences. May your pain be lifted sooner than later: Michael is now free of pain and enjoying his new body of light. You covered everything thoroughly. May the Lord be with you. Thank you for sharing your deepest thoughts of both joy and pain with Substack and those who knew him and you.
A wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of Michael and your's life with us and the beauty and wisdom it revealed to you.