a blur....

The last three weeks is a complete whirlwind to me. I stayed with Mike's ALOT the last month and most of the last two weeks of his life with him, . . It was a precious, bitter, unforgettable time and I can't even begin to write what it was like. I would never take that time back. Sam and my kids haven't had a home cooked meal or had anything that resembled a "normal" life for almost a month but they were so supportive of me being up there with Mike. I love them even more for it. Mike had a HUGE turn out to his funeral, HUGE!

I wanted to share a few pictures of Mikes funeral with you

These are Mikes riding boots, jacket etc. We had several of his "personal" stuff around the funeral home. This is the flowers Mike's sisters got him. Its a wheel with a missing spoke (meaning someone is missing) These are Mikes gloves and goggles and bandanna he use to ride with. after the funeral we walked outside and there were a bunch of Harley's parked in front of the Hearst, they were there to escort Mike to the cemetery. It was one of my favorite parts. We were right behind the harley and the hearst and pulled into the cemetary and there were a line of cars so far that we could not see the end. It still gives me goosebumps. We walked out and all the Harley riders were standing there with hats off and waiting for their fallen brother.
The flower's at Mikes funeral were GORGEOUS. The day before he died my Mom, Michelle and I went out and found his gold panning pan in his shed with his horns and his pheasant feathers, we gathered them and had them put in the spray that layed on top of his casket.
This is the only (bad) picture we have of all of Mike's sister during the viewing.
Mike's kids, Jack and Janae, with Brock and Taylor.
The flowers from Mike's nieces and nephews. That is Mikes fishing pole in the flowers.
My cousin, Sally, made a video of Mike with 100's of pictures. This is Brock watching the video remembering his Uncle Mike.
This is the first time I have lost someone this close to me and boy, what a heart wrenching experience. Mike and I planned his funeral the week before he died, we tweaked it a little here and there but I know Mike would have LOVED it. I am home now and I go places and can't believe life is just going on, I kinda want to stand in the grocery store line and scream at the top of my lung.. 'HOW ARE ALL OF YOU GUYS GOING ON, MY BROTHER JUST DIED'...

So if your calling me and I don't answer, or if you are emailing me and I don't reply, I am just trying to get back amongst the living.... I am getting there a little bit each day.

Love you Mike!