Hi Phil. Sorry for your loss. Was Michael also a "man of the cloth"? or does the cross signify his Christianity?
Like Mike Simmons said, the cross is the symbol of his faith. Does anyone know what the letters on his headstone mean? LM & 0LC and then BSM & 0LC?
Mike was an MP. He had managed to talk Dad into letting him enlist in '67 after he'd failed out of three colleges in 5 semesters. He finished basic and offered a chance to go to OCS. He was assigned to MPs after he was commissioned. His next to last assignment was Provost Marshall US Army Europe. He stayed in another year and a half as Provost Marshall from the Brooks Army Hospital complex. When he retired he worked for the Arizona Department of Corrections and was in charge of their Internal Affairs Department.
On 9/13/01, an MP friend called him and told him that the Department of Homeland Security was looking for experienced security people for the Traffic Safety Administration and suggested that Mike send a letter to them and tell them what he'd have to have to come to work for them. He mailed it on a Tuesday, got a call on Thursday, asking him to be in DC on Friday and by the end of the day, he was the Traffic Safety Administrator for the Greenville-Spartanburg Airport in SC. He retired from that job in '11. His goal after retirement was to hike the Pacific Crest Trail. He started at the south end and was west of Lake Tahoe on July1. His wife flew out to join him while he took a week off to celebrate their anniversary. When they checked into a hotel, he was taking a shower and she told him to take a close look at himself. He'd weighed 165 when he started in early March and was down to 120 by July. He decided to quit and come back the next year to finish. But by the time he'd been on the trail 6 days, he was somewhere north of there and got to a stop about 60 miles NE of Grass Valley, CA. The next day, he called an MP buddy who lived in Grass Valley. When the guy answered the phone, before Mike could say anything, he said, "Are you ready for me to come pick you up?" He was and was on a plane from Reno to Greenville/Spartanburg by 2PM that afternoon.
He kept hiking and climbing mountains but never went above about 6500'. He and a friend were climbing the highest mountain in NC on 12/8, a week after Mike's birthday, and the guy said Mike made a noise and said he had a pain in his armpit. But, naturally, he thought he'd be alright if they rested a few minutes. They walked on about 200 yards to the summit. The guy asked Mike how he was and he said that he still had a bit of an ache. The guy told him not to move; he hustled to a ranger station and they got the Search and Rescue guys there. About two hours later they got to Mike and he was gone. Both of my brothers hiked long distances and climbed mountains and were thin. Mike had gotten back up to about 135 after the having been down to 120. I was probably 280 when he died. Our younger brother Larry had died at 53. He'd had a heart attack when he was 40, but recovered enough to hike in the Wasatch Range east of Salt Lake. I've never had any heart issues.
There ain't no justice!!