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Fond Memories & A Fond Farewell

12/19/2011

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Michael Harlan Orr - November 11, 1941 - December 18, 2011
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I will never forget one of the most memorable, life-altering vacations I have ever taken.  It was because of  Michael Harlen Orr, that I was able to do so.  In 2000, He planned another trip to Mexico, offering to take both his son and myself along for the ride.  In a spontaneous moment, we made the decision to join him, and I cannot say just how much I appreciate that we did. 

But more than this, it was “Pappa Mike”, as he was affectionately called, who brought about this awakening in my life.  He was the vehicle that took me there, and what a special gift this was.  Even though I gave him many thanks during the trip, as well as after our return, I could never convey the gratitude I felt and continue to feel to this day. 

Not only did I see the overwhelming beauty of a never-ending, mountainous terrain, but a wondrous people, so strongly entrenched in two very different worlds… their ancient, mysterious past and the ever present struggle of their modern day lives.  I was so struck by all of this, experiencing so much in only three weeks.  Thank you, Mike.  This gift lives inside my heart everyday.

We will miss your timely jokes, your quick wit and your enormously, loving presence.  May you rest in peace.  


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Betty
12/23/2011 01:57:12 am

Stefan was so brave to keep his emotions while playing his grandfather's favorite songs during the memorial service. My beloved father in law had listened him playing those songs (MARIA ELENA and PERFIDIA) when he was at the hospital. He was so proud of his grandson. He kissed Stefan's hands. This is the last memory my son has about him. He told this on tears. We hugged each other and pray for this moment.

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