A Heartfelt Thank You
In support of
The Veino Black Family
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The Veino Black Family
To Our Incredible Village,
There aren’t really words big enough for what I want to say, but I’ll try anyway.
Since losing Mike, our world has felt like it’s been turned inside out. And yet, in the middle of that emptiness, something extraordinary has surrounded us: you. Every meal dropped off, every grocery run, every offer to help with the boys, every message, every prayer, every bit of care has reminded me that the love Mike poured into people didn’t end with him. It lives on in the village he built, a village that has shown up for us in every imaginable way.
I’ve been in awe of the kindness and generosity that has carried us through these impossible weeks. You have helped me keep the lights on, kept food on the table, taken care of the boys when I couldn’t do it alone, and reminded me that we are not alone. I feel so thankful, so humbled, and so deeply moved.
Thank you for honoring Mike by loving us the way he loved others: fiercely, generously, without hesitation. You’ve turned heartbreak into something that, while still unbearably heavy, is also full of light and grace.
From the bottom of my heart — and from the boys — thank you. We love you, and we’re forever grateful to be part of this village.
With love,
Ana, Ignacio, and Santiago
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Mariacaceresevans
Piapiapiale
I love what you wrote. The part about how fiercely Mike loves his family, that really resonated with me. Every single interaction I had with him, that was very obvious! This poem was recently read to me. And I thought of you and Mike.
Death Is Nothing At All by Henry Scott Holland
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.