Jim Ellis Editor, Legacy Magazine
On May 3, 2017 we lost one of our own.
Mike Villanueva – long-time member of MDI in the Southwest Region, in the San Diego Men’s Division – passed away in his San Diego home. More will emerge on the cause of death. But no matter the cause, the truth is we are so much less without him.
I am so much less without him. He was not just a teammate who would circle up once a week. Much more than all the good that he has done – as team leader, Regional S1, finance manager, volunteer for the “Stand Up For Kids” non-profit, and on and on.
He was my brother, a family member, a cherished loved one.
To others he was also a son, an uncle, as well as a dear friend who gave of himself so selflessly.
A tribute division meeting will be held in his honor on Thursday, May 11 in Mission Bay, San Diego. His legacy can live on in various ways, depending on the man or woman who recalls his giving and loving spirit.
For me, one legacy will be the lesson regarding never waiting when the truth is to be shared with another. Upon his passing, this poem came to me in an effortless flow. I share it for all hearts ready to speak loud and proud in the present moment.
Love ya Mikey.
The Next Time We Meet
Excited, anticipating – I long to see you again
We’ll share where we’re going and where we’ve been
We’ll reminisce about the great times and all of that stuff
High fives, and high purpose – we won’t get enough
It will be awesome, a treasure, a trick and a treat
This will all happen the next time we meet
Besides the good times, there may be the bad
Some of those moments of darkness we’ve had
The experiences of betrayal or let down or dread
Those barriers that keep us from forging ahead
I guess I’ll have to share them to feel now complete
That won’t be an issue … the next time we meet
The next time we meet – Can it ever truly come?
The next time we meet – A task never done
The next time we meet – Pushed further, further on
The next time we meet – The moment is gone
For it’s true there arises a reality of “too late”
When we decide to push it off in the pursuit of the wait
The passing, the departure of a soul not meant to leave
So that all that remains is to regret and to grieve
No one is ever ready; we were not complete
I do not, now, know of the next time we meet
God willing, there will come a day – full of light and full of grace
When we’re done with the treadmill and the ugly rat race
When we’re finished with waiting and pushing it off
When the avoiding and hiding will finally stop
In a haven where all is resolved and all is complete
We’ll join in a higher place … the next time we meet
The next time we meet – Does it ever truly come?
The next time we meet – The future never begun
The next time we meet – The present here and now
The next time we meet – Time to surrender and to allow…
The next time we meet