We sometimes referred to him as "perfect" Michael. A good looking boy with dark curly hair, and a handsome adult, with that same curly hair, He had a brilliant mind. He would have turned 40 this year. He was probably a pre-schooler when we first met. He was a friend to both of my nephews. I have lots of photos of him at birthday parties. I'd visit with his Mom outside the school as we waited for the kids.
He was a brilliant scholar, having a holiday with family. Beach front, at Hilton Head, Carolina. He had gone for a walk on the beach with his Mom. They saw the storm coming.
“It was a lovely, sunny day,” she said, until ominous clouds soon overtook what had been a clear sky. She and her son turned around to head back to their starting point about two miles away when they noticed stormy clouds in the distance. Rain had not yet started to fall, but Vesna said she and her son saw a lightning bolt “football fields away.”
The last thing they said to each other was, “Let’s get off the beach.” Both Jurist and his mother were struck by lightning almost immediately after.
Michael was gone in an instant, his mother injured. Electrical storms - you never know.
I remember the noise and the feel of the lightning strike up here a couple hundred feet from my cabin.
It is sunny now, but I've heard thunder in the distance - we may not get a storm. My tools are put away, and I'll find other things to do............
When I hear thunder, I always think of Michael.
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Dear Sam. Life is so fleeing. Thank you for writing this. I so appreciate your blog.
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