A Lovely Life Remembered

In 1999, Ken’s dad, Robert, married Michele Kay who, despite her petite stature, proved anything but small in character. A vibrant, full of life, go-getter, Michele added so much to the countless lives she touched. In fact, little did we know at the time of their marriage what a wonderful addition she would become to the Schultz clan. Looking back, though, we can easily see the numerous ways she enriched our lives. Sadly, after 2 hard fought years against brain cancer, Michele passed away yesterday at home in Austin.

Ken and I value the time we spent with Michele and carry with us many special memories from those moments. She and Robert reminded us regularly of our importance to them, especially as they planned their European trips to include short visits to see us. We celebrated a Bastille Day with them in Paris, cruised the canals in Amsterdam, and even got to show them around our neighborhood in Brussels. On the flip side, we looked forward to our stays with them in Austin, whether visiting a museum, lounging by the pool, or enjoying stimulating discussions about every subject under the sun.

One of the most special points in my relationship with Michele came when she asked if I would like to read her thesis on displaced persons based on her personal memoirs which she hoped to one day make into a book. Understanding how personal this was to her, I counted myself honored that she would even ask. Filled with details of her life beginning in Egypt and then taking her around the globe, I found her story mesmerizing, and I couldn’t devour it quickly enough. Despite many hurdles at different points in her life, she embraced all of the experiences, places and people crossing her path. She loved new challenges and opportunities, and clearly inspired those lucky enough to know her along the way.

I will forever cherish the last night spent with Michele in Austin back in July. While Ken and Robert ran a few errands, Michele and I shared an amazing couple of hours of conversation related to everything from her struggles and setbacks with the cancer to her love and appreciation for Robert, the spiritual aspects of death and afterlife, and just the little joys found in day to day living. As she hugged me goodbye the next morning and whispered in my ear that she loved me, I felt a bit of sadness knowing that I might never see her again but also a huge sense of gratitude for the opportunity to know such a thoughtful and remarkable woman.

Michele, thank you for allowing us to be a part of your life, for your inspiration, and most importantly, for the love you brought to our family. We will miss you.