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if you know Mike
Jan. 19th, 2015 11:23 amIf you know Mike Horne you know he had a heart attack a few years ago, and last November he had a stroke, and he was recovering from that, getting his speech and mobility back. Late Saturday night he had another heart attack and he didn't make it out of this one.
I just have no words for this one. Carol has a heartbreaking story of finding out after the fact. I think of how we were s'posed to go out there for Halloween and we didn't, and how we were planning to go out there around Valentine's Day to see everybody and see how Mike was doing. All the coulda shouldas.
I don't know if there's going to be a memorial in Boston or if Mike's family is going to ship him back to California for burial. Obviously if there's a Boston thing we're going to be there.
Mike was irrepressible. He's the kind of guy who would leave a discussion about what to do and just go do whatever it was we were debating on how to do. He'd bug anybody about anything. When I first visited Boston in 2000 he gave me an impromptu lecture on historical buildings and happenings as we walked through downtown after July 4 fireworks - and this is a guy who didn't grow up in Boston, mind you. But he knew everything about the city. I never left his presence without handfuls of DVDs of weird foreign films and forgotten 3D epics. The TV was always on and he was always talking, either in a conversation or just monologuing. Except the telephone, he hated to talk on the telephone.
And now he's gone. There's a big hole and it won't ever be filled. Maybe time will sand the edges down so they aren't so sharp, but that hole is staying right there.
I don't have a photo of Mike where he isn't making a goofy face and this one's no exception. I'm told it's because he hated having his picture taken, but he never hesitated to mug for my camera. I wish he was still around to make goofy faces. I wish he was still around.
I just have no words for this one. Carol has a heartbreaking story of finding out after the fact. I think of how we were s'posed to go out there for Halloween and we didn't, and how we were planning to go out there around Valentine's Day to see everybody and see how Mike was doing. All the coulda shouldas.
I don't know if there's going to be a memorial in Boston or if Mike's family is going to ship him back to California for burial. Obviously if there's a Boston thing we're going to be there.
Mike was irrepressible. He's the kind of guy who would leave a discussion about what to do and just go do whatever it was we were debating on how to do. He'd bug anybody about anything. When I first visited Boston in 2000 he gave me an impromptu lecture on historical buildings and happenings as we walked through downtown after July 4 fireworks - and this is a guy who didn't grow up in Boston, mind you. But he knew everything about the city. I never left his presence without handfuls of DVDs of weird foreign films and forgotten 3D epics. The TV was always on and he was always talking, either in a conversation or just monologuing. Except the telephone, he hated to talk on the telephone.
And now he's gone. There's a big hole and it won't ever be filled. Maybe time will sand the edges down so they aren't so sharp, but that hole is staying right there.
I don't have a photo of Mike where he isn't making a goofy face and this one's no exception. I'm told it's because he hated having his picture taken, but he never hesitated to mug for my camera. I wish he was still around to make goofy faces. I wish he was still around.
