A loving tribute to Mike McManus...
A man who walked with Christ
without the burden of religious affiliation
 “I remember when Mike…”
  “I remember when dad…”
  “I remember when my brother…”
  “I remember when my friend…”
  “I remember when my grandpa…”
  “I remember when my role model…”
  “I remember when my husband…”

  Smiled at me.
  Encouraged me.
  Worked in the garden with me.
  Laughed with me.
  Protected me.
  Believed in me.
  Loved me.

  I remember when he taught me
  exactly what it means to be a man…

  A father.
  A son.
  A friend.
  A teacher.
  A coach.
  A lover.
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I remember when he taught me humility
and courage while under  fire.
I remember when he taught me
what dignity looks
and sounds like.

I remember when he taught me
strength and integrity.

I remember when he taught me
that the love between a father and daughter
was unconditional
and that healing
stands uncompromised
by biological constraints.

And with these lessons
firmly rooted in our hearts
on this day of rest,
each of us should always remember
how he taught the importance of
planting a seed,
nurturing our greatest hopes
and allowing time for harvesting
and living
our dreams.