Uncle Mike

You can always find your way home. Sometimes the journey home takes longer than others. Mike made his way home about four months ago. I barely knew him four months ago but every notion that I had about him previously, vanished. Suddenly, I saw the true Mike Reeves. Loving, caring, gently, sweet. All words that I would use to describe him now. He displayed nothing but his pure strong heart inside of a body that was slowing falling apart.

His pure strong heart was what repaired relationships and made him a part of our family again. He came back at just the right time. He was with his family when his brother took his last motorcycle ride up to heaven. He was with his family when his mother’s body won the battle over her will to live. He came back home just in time. And we were there for him just at the time when he needed us most.

The last piece of home was Melissa. In the last hours of his life he was reunited across phone lines with his daughter. His timing was perfect. He made it back home just in time to touch our hearts.