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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Mike Yost, my brother-in-law and friend, passed away yesterday morning about 7:15 am after sucumming to the cancer that he only found out he had this past December.
I first met Mike in 1975 after I returned from being stationed in Japan the previous three years. Mike and Linda had been married the previous year.
Over the next thirty plus years I got to know Mike a little more each time I went home, on leave from the Navy, to visit my Mom and Dad, Thurman and Vera Plumlee. Mike and Linda then lived in Emmett, Idaho which was where my parents had lived since 1972.
Mike was very handy with his hands. He was always tinkering with something. I guess that was why he got along with Mom so well. Mom was the most skilled person I knew of with her hands. Mike and her used to work together on craft projects. Mike would cut out and carve a piece of wood and Mom would paint and finish it.
Mom, who was a founding member of the Emmett Corner Shelf, a co-op where various crafters could put their crafts on display and sell them. She would then take them to the co-op and sell them.
Mike was also a fisherman. I guess that is why Mike liked my Dad so much. Dad loved fishing more than anything else. Linda said that one of the last things Mike talked about before lapsing into a coma was that he regretted not getting to go fishing again with their oldest son Jason again. She told him she would go fishing with Jason for him.
Besides being a swell person Mike loved and took great care of my little sister. For that alone I loved Mike and always will!
Anyone who knew Mike and wants to say a few words about him please add your comments to this eulogy.
It seems that the Internet has become a place where its content will live on and on, for who knows how long. Hopefully this bit of memory will help Mike's memory live on too.
I first met Mike in 1975 after I returned from being stationed in Japan the previous three years. Mike and Linda had been married the previous year.
Over the next thirty plus years I got to know Mike a little more each time I went home, on leave from the Navy, to visit my Mom and Dad, Thurman and Vera Plumlee. Mike and Linda then lived in Emmett, Idaho which was where my parents had lived since 1972.
Mike was very handy with his hands. He was always tinkering with something. I guess that was why he got along with Mom so well. Mom was the most skilled person I knew of with her hands. Mike and her used to work together on craft projects. Mike would cut out and carve a piece of wood and Mom would paint and finish it.
Mom, who was a founding member of the Emmett Corner Shelf, a co-op where various crafters could put their crafts on display and sell them. She would then take them to the co-op and sell them.
Mike was also a fisherman. I guess that is why Mike liked my Dad so much. Dad loved fishing more than anything else. Linda said that one of the last things Mike talked about before lapsing into a coma was that he regretted not getting to go fishing again with their oldest son Jason again. She told him she would go fishing with Jason for him.
Besides being a swell person Mike loved and took great care of my little sister. For that alone I loved Mike and always will!
Anyone who knew Mike and wants to say a few words about him please add your comments to this eulogy.
It seems that the Internet has become a place where its content will live on and on, for who knows how long. Hopefully this bit of memory will help Mike's memory live on too.
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