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Sunday, May 10, 2015
In Memoriam: Mikey Jones
This is a bittersweet Mother's Day for all of us at Gypsum Moon: Mikey Jones, beloved companion, little brother, soul friend, playmate,
and quite arguably the world’s most all-around fabulous rockhound, left us suddenly
this past Friday morning to cross the Rainbow Bridge.
Mikey was 14 years young, and spent almost every minute of
those years with Kay. She adopted him when he just 12 weeks old, after he was
rescued from a big horrible puppy mill in Georgia.
Mikey was a proud member of MAGMA, and loved going on digs.
He had been to two Rockhound Roundups, and was always up for a gem show, or a camping
trip adventure to mine for minerals. He'd fall asleep immediately in the car on the way home from events and sleep for hours in what came to be known as the Classic Beached Whale position...
Along with Kay and his other MAGMA friends, Mikey dug for gems in North
Carolina at the Crabtree Emerald Mine in Mitchell County, the Reel Mine in Iron
Station, the Glendon pyrite mine, the quarry at Bessemer City, the Little Pine
Garnet Mine near Spruce Pine, the Garnet Hill mine near Raleigh, and he loved
sluicing in and around Franklin. He went with MAGMA in search of amethysts and more in Georgia, at Graves Mountain, at the Hogg mine, at JXR
in Wilkes County, and at Six S’s Farm. In
South Carolina, Mikey went with the club to Diamond Hill Mine near Antreville many times, and
he helped collect Savannah River agate in South Carolina, too.
When Mikey caught a glimpse of his reflection in a window,
he didn’t see the same beautiful little shih tzu the rest of us saw: he saw
Wolf, his real inner self, big and fearless, full of intuitive wisdom and
determination to take care of his pack.
Like Wolf, Mikey reminded us to keep our spirits young and
alive, to trust our inner strength and wisdom, and to put our packs, our framilies,
first. Those are the things that those of us who loved him learned from him,
and those are the things that give us comfort now, when the pain of the loss of
his bright and happy spirit is heavy on our hearts.