Eulogy for Mike by Joy
Weinberg delivered today at Mike's Memorial Service
One of my female friends was horrified. “Joy,” she said, “You don’t invite strange
men to your apartment!” She insisted on my calling her when he rang the apt
bell and staying on the phone with me when Mike first showed up, so I could
assess the situation, tell her everything was OK—and if anything went awry,
she’d know immediately and get help.
So Mike showed up, got comfortable in my apt, and we started
talking. And talking. And talking.
And I totally forgot about my well-meaning friend hanging on and trying
to take care of me on the phone line. Because
even though I had just met Mike, he
was already taking care of me –engaging me with his life stories, teaching me
about music and everything that interested him, making me laugh, and simultaneously
connecting with who I was and wanted to be.
Throughout the years I knew Mike, he was my vacation. Being with him was always a much-needed reminder
that the best of life is to be had when you live for your passions and
enthusiasms. I didn’t need to go abroad
to relax when Mike and I were shooting the breeze nonstop about the greatest
new songs we’d heard and funny things that had happened to us, and I was doing
my usual countdown of how many traffic regulations Mike would break in the
first 10-minutes on the road from his apartment and Mike was intent on ascertaining
the precise monetary sum it would take, down to cents, for me, a long avowed
fish-eating vegetarian, to consume a bacon cheeseburger.
Now one might say that Mike was over-consumed by his
passions for his own good—I can think of many a day, for example, when he was
too bent on handicapping the upcoming harness races, I couldn’t get him to eat
breakfast-- and there was the time he visited my home in New Paltz and insisted
on driving 25 miles out of our way and back in order to place his trifecta bet
at the OTB.
But one of the beauties of Mike was that when it came to
priorities, his number one was his friends.
He was always there for me, just as I know he was always there for each one
of you who appreciated what a prize he was. He was a living exemplar of the
best that friendship can be.
I love you, Mike, and will continue to do so ‘til the end of
my days.
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