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The Conways were our neighbors in Terre Haute, IN 30+ years ago. Although we lost contact as our lives changed and we moved from our homes in the country. The last time I saw Mike he came to our new house to get an extra set of bunk beds to take to CODA since he was helping to furnish a safe house for victims of domestic abuse. I wasn’t surprised to read that he continued to help others. I remember that he bought a bag of Cheerios from my then 6 year old son who convinced Mike that they were really donut seeds! I was especially happy to donate to the Ceres Community Project since that son is now a chef and owner of 2 restaurants in Knoxville, TN. He would definitely support an organization that also follows his beliefs and love of food. Mike also taught me how to make really great enchiladas which I would continue to make with my Spanish classes until I retired. Jeff was also a fantastic friend to our first exchange student from Spain and would help with rides to school and soccer practice. Terese babysat for my kids a few times and I was surprised when one of my boys said he didn’t want her to watch them anymore...because Terese was so beautiful and he was too nervous to be near her.
I’ve enjoyed reading these memories and looking at the pictures. Even after more than 30 years I have fond memories of the Conways. I can only imagine how much Mike will be missed by those who were close to him. I’ve recently lost four people who were very important to me. I have to remember and want Jeff, Terese and those who loved Mike to know that as difficult it is to accept that he is gone, imagine how different your lives would have been if you had never known him.
I am sorry for our collective loss. I would like to share my memories of Michael and the qualities I liked best about him.

I first met Michael when he arrived in Sonoma County to be close to his children and new grandchildren. He loved them dearly and it was family first for Michael.

Michael was looking for work—and a community. I had signed up for a class in Self-Mastery at the Santa Rosa Center for Spiritual Living and he was in my group. The spiritual group shared many close encounters of a personal kind, and I grew to know Michael as a man who was committed to helping others. It’s not surprising that Michael ran a nonprofit back in the mid-West, helped out at the Special Olympics during the time I knew him, and rejected a number of positions for work until he found meaningful job with the Sonoma County Department of Human Services. Michael’s coworkers were special to him.

It was however, surprising to find Michael in my YMCA spin class along with his buddy Tom Burchell. We became the three musketeers, riding our bikes all over the county, and training for the Wine Country Century 100. There was a level of trust between the three of us, unknown to anyone who has not followed on your fellow rider’s back wheel within inches, while you draft—and rest-- in their wake. Michael was an easy man to trust and always ready to switch places and shield us from the wind. Yet, he never patronized me as a woman, but treated me as an equal member of the pace line. Michael was there to cheer me across the finish line after the 100 miles through Sonoma County. We then tackled training for the first Grand Fondo by climbing first Pythian, then Adobe Canyon and finally cranked up Los Alamos Road, cheering and sometimes egging each other on. Or cursing—quietly. Michael joined me for my birthday ride on the 100 mile Fondo route which was both a spiritual and physical challenge—done with a small group of like-minded companeros. Neither Michael nor I ever officially rode the whole Grand Fondo 100 mile ride, but we took it down a notch to change our rides to ride with Tom, starting from Tom’s home in Sebastopol to go out to the coast and through the rolling hills of south and west County. We had some great rides, great scenery, great talks and fine beers at the end of our rides. Sometime in 2011, Michael and Tom both began or returned to committed relationships. Michael also had proudly bought a house, and Michael’s weekends became full. Michael was riding every day to work, and that was enough for him, so our rides became less frequent and after one rainy winter we just never picked it up when the rain stopped. I started riding with a couple of other friends. The years passed. I last saw Michael January 2020 with his beloved yoga group. I had been invited to a special chanting session to this group by a friend. We caught up some, and I was glad to see Michael was happy and at peace. I promised that I would be back in touch for a ride in March when I came back from a trip to the mid-East. Well, you can guess the rest of that story. I was lucky to make it home, and the world had shut down. I never had the opportunity for the final ride but will remember our time together with fondness.

More important is the bigger question I ask myself and now put to you, is how do I translate this lovely friend’s spirit, encouragement and companionship, and his passing into my own language? In other words, what do I make of myself in the time I have left. Rather than dwell on death, I chose to thank Michael for my time with him, and pass on the best of Michael to all of my friends—that is, all 8 billion of them in this world. Valorie
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2017, Another one of the morning Angel’s Landing Crew;
Dad, Jimmy, Tony, Me, Jared & the Martini boys
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My beautiful dad - top of the landing on Tony’s birthday morning.
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Some of the Shady Acres gang
2015, SonomaWorks lunchroom
Some of the Shady Acres gang
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1961, Long Beach, CA
From Mary Johnson (Mike’s Sister) - Conway family on way to church. Mike being funny
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Mike’s endearing presence will forever remain in our hearts. The countless times he was there for others with his tender peaceful way;
a gift he freely gave to this world. He left way too soon, yet gave so much. Jeff and Terese you filled his soul with such joy and how he treasured his grandchildren! Our grieving hearts are with you and may precious memories help to heal your hearts in time. You are so loved. Aunt Patti & Uncle Jim
Aunt Patti
I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m Peggy Fritz’s daughter from Minnesota. Although I did not see cousin Mike except a couple of times, he made an impression. I remember him as a gentle soul and the guy that smiled a lot. I hope your memories of him help you through this difficult time.
Love
Diane Crannell
I worked with Mike at SonomaWORKS where we had the most laughs at our lunch breaks & 3pm coffee breaks with “The Shady Acres Gang”. Mike also lived down the street from me & helped me so much with projects I couldn’t do. He painted my white picket fence so that I’d “feel happy & smile every time I pulled into my driveway”. When we retired, The Shady Acres Gang formed a Book Club & Mike suggested our first book, Barking at the Choir. Mike was my movie buddy & we saw lots of good films which we enjoyed talking about over lunch or dinner after the movie. The last time we talked it was the weekend before the election and we were concerned about the division in our country & Mike started singing The Youngbloods’ song, “Come on people now Smile on your brother Everybody get together Try to love one another right now” Mike was so kind, generous, non-judgemental, hardworking and a patient listener with a great sense of humor. Mike made me want to be a better person. My mantra is Try to be like Mike.
Dear Jeff and Terese,

I'm very sorry for the loss of your Father, Mike. From the very first time I met him before marrying Eileen, Mike made me feel comfortable, accepted and loved. Over the years, I watched him do that with everyone he met. Eileen and Mike are now in heaven; Eileen gets to cook and Mike gets to have seconds and thirds and then they get to laugh. God Bless you and your whole, wonderful family.
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Mike always had a smile and w…
Carolyne’s retirement party
Mike always had a smile and was so kind. He will be missed greatly by all of us who knew him💔
Strawberry Music Festival, Ca…
2012
Strawberry Music Festival, Camp Mather, Yosemite
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Strawberry Music Festival, Ca…
2012
Strawberry Music Festival, Camp Mather, Yosemite

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