He was usually a cautious driver. Not this
night, though. He ran into a tree which
had fallen across Rt. 12. He started his last
round of chemo the next day. That – and
the dark night – might explain his not seeing
the fallen tree.

How was Mike cautious?

Let me count the ways.

He waited two minutes after arming the home alarm to make sure nothing went wrong before we left the property.

He held his breath as I drove him to clinic appointments, certain we would be late. I was never late. Not once. 

Until he sold his mother’s house, he made a daily 24-mile round trip to ensure it was still standing.

He always had a contingency plan. Did he ever surprise me?

He put my name on the deed to our house in 2021, sixteen months before he died. And this.