Michael Mensik 1962-2019
Michael was known and loved at several locations.
From Canon Britt Olson of St. Luke’s Episcopal Church: Michael was housed at the time of his death but spent a lot of time in the Ballard neighborhood and at the Edible Hope Kitchen. His street name was “the Professor.” He was so very smart and knowledgeable and carried a leather briefcase. One day I overheard Michael lecturing another guest on the merits of the contemporary painter David Hockney.
From Theresa Shepherd-Lukasik of St. Joseph Parish: Michael came to our 2019 HS Confirmation Mass, which he has a picture of on his Facebook page. He walked down the center aisle in the middle of the homily that the bishop was giving, and sat down front and center in the middle of the aisle. Our pastor had just gotten a death threat, so when this happened we actually had security on site and our confirmation team being millennials and raised with mass shooting were all ready to jump him if something went down. But Fr. John just looked at all of us, shook his head gently and waved his hands and lipped, he is ok let him be. Michael sat there so peaceful and joyful. When the homily was done he walked up to the altar and placed some flowers at its base, then processed to the north transept of the church.
Michael died of throat cancer. He was respected and valued. His Leaf is at Ballard Library. If you have memories or photos to share, please post a comment.
I am deeply saddened to find this page. We met by chance, or maybe faith. You helped me find that second-hand store I couldn’t find and we ended up spending the entire day together. You offered me lunch and showed me the herb garden at the university and we walked and talked untill sunset. I still vividly remember that summer day, more than ten years later.
We had two months together before my visa expired and I had to leave. You followed me to the airport and afterwards we called and wrote for years before falling out of touch.
I wish we could have met under different circumstances. I wish life had been easier for both of us. I think of you often.
Rest in peace dear Michael and God bless your beloved E. Though life was hard you never stopped thinking about him and would always tell me how you missed and loved him. He was your sunshine and I have no doubt that you are looking out for him from above.
Much love, peace and prayers from Marie