Michael Earl Dominy

Dear Mike – I had a dream about you last night. A reunion, I think we were at a wedding. We spent the night together chatting and in the morning I said “I have to leave now” and your last sad words to me were: “But you just got here”. I was half way between dream world and waking and thought I should look you up on Facebook. Then reality hit hard. You died in 1985…  I remember that awful day when the shocking news was painted on the big rock outside of South Meck. I went digging through obituaries on my back porch hoping it was a sick joke.  After my dream this morning I went digging on-line to find anything about you the same way I went digging through the newspapers 25 years ago. You are tremendously hard to find – like you vaporized – like you were only a dream.

But I know that’s not true and I wanted to write you to thank you for our sweet friendship. We met my sophomore year in high school. I transferred from Charlotte Catholic – by the time I arrived everyone knew one another and I was an outsider. Home room was set up alphabetically and for our entire high school career we were together. – Only home room and because of our last names our lockers were almost always side by side. You took me under your wing like I was your little sister and made me feel welcomed and introduced me to your friends.

You always dated the prettiest girls and I was envious that I was never on that list. However our relationship was different. All the pretty girls came and went but we stayed steady friends.

The last time I saw you I was in college.  It was our first date – a real date – and we spent the evening together chatting away. A “dream come true” since I had adored you for so many years. We made plans for the next weekend and you never called.  Devastated, I regretted that I had become a Pretty Girl. I went home that weekend because I hated being on campus feeling rejected.

I wasn’t in the mood but my mother insisted that I take my brother to practice at South Meck since he couldn’t drive yet. That’s when I saw “In Memory of Mike Dominy” painted on the rock. Stunned I ran over the curb and stopped in front of the words. My brother sitting beside me still and quiet.

I just wanted you to know that 25 years later you still haunt my dreams. You will forever be remembered and hopefully if anyone tries to find you on-line they will find this blog post and know that you existed.

Published by Cara Zara

Cara Zara, science educator and children's entertainer has performed at hundreds of festivals, libraries, birthday parties, school assemblies, corporate events and charity functions in the Southeast and interacted with over 75,000 children.

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