Wedding Of
Susan & Mike
Friday to Sunday,
June 13 -June 15
Park City, Utah
The Wedding Weekend
We are delighted to invite you to the celebration of our marriage
We view our wedding as an opportunity to thank our family and dear friends for all they have meant to us and celebrate this special occasion with people who have had such a meaningful impact in our lives.
We’d be honored if you would attend!
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Ceremony
Reception
Reception to Follow
at Kimball Terrace
675 Main St Spc. 675,
Park City, UT 84060
Our Love Story
We feel that our meeting was a ‘divine intervention’ of sorts😊 We attended a class at St. Thomas More in Colorado in 2018. Susan’s mother, Darlene had told her that she was praying that she would meet a nice Catholic man.. We began as classmates and friends. On the first occasion that Mike suggested we hang out, Susan mistakenly thought he was envisioning a class activity such as “bowling”. We first had dinner outside of class in February 2018 at Tru Foods kitchen.
We took a special trip to Italy with Bob and Bernadette Kilbane in October 2018 and it was on that trip that we realized marriage was likely in our future.
The subsequent years have continued to build on the mutual love of fun and adventure we discovered early in our relationship. We are very excited to share this very special day with all of you.
Relationship Milestones & Highlights
Getting To Park City, Utah
By Car
Drive 39 minutes from Salt Lake City
Driving from Denver Via I-80 is about 7.5 hours
By Flight
We recommend flying into SLC, Salt Lake City International Airport
Once You're There
Experience the sites, shops and restaurants in the area
Where to Stay
Airbnb (Canyons Park City) and Hotels to
check out
Friends & Family Highlights
Let's make new memories in 2025!
In Memoriam to Bob Kilbane
In Memory of Bob Kilbane
One beloved family member who won’t be joining us for this event is Bob Kilbane. The raconteur and patriarch of the Kilbane family left us in August of 2022 and we’ve missed his wit, wisdom, and presence ever since.
Bob would have loved to have been here today because he loved Susan. The first time they met was the weekend of Mike’s first Leadville 100 Mountain Bike race. They were both signed up to be Mike’s “crew”, and in that role, they had a critical part in supporting Mike through the race. Without knowing it, Susan quickly became the Bonny to his Clyde. A co-conspirator in rule-bending and taking advantage of the kindness (or gullibility) of others.
Bob always had a penchant for finding or making his own way, with one of his many famous phrases being, “Instructions are for those people who lack creativity.” Early in his life, this cavalier attitude won him the opportunity to spend a summer at Parris Island, South Carolina when he opted to skip the Marine Corps officer’s training class he was supposed to attend late in his tenure at Boston College. This early lesson in the expectation the government has that its workers will follow instructions would shape him to some degree, but only to the point of seeing how close to the line he could walk. Fortunately (for him), he wed himself to someone (Bernadette) who would make sure that he followed the rules, as did their kids. Or, at least follow them for the most part.
In spite of the need for rule-following on the domestic front, his professional life required a certain amount of “flexibility” with the rules. For many years, he was a Special Agent in the white-collar crimes group of the FBI in Los Angeles. Much of his work was undercover, pursuing the scammers and miscreants who took advantage of others. And to do this, he had to out-scam the scammers and out-wit the hucksters. This renegade spirit was generally constrained on the home front, with Bernadette offering a comment like, “Now Bob, you know you can’t do that.” Or “You know the boys really shouldn’t do that…”. “Bob, we can’t park here, look at the sign.” “Bob, we can’t go in there, we’re not supposed to.” And so it went through the 61 years of their marriage.
However, on that first weekend with Susan, he found a delightful and enthusiastic kindred spirit. With roads full of parked cars and spectators, the audacious duo would confidently drive past everyone and all the ‘no parking’ signs, and Susan the spokesperson would boldly, but coyly say to one of the race volunteers, “Can we just park here for a little bit? I’m here with a rider’s elderly father who is getting to see him ride for the first time.” Bob happily sat in the passenger’s seat, with his old-man glasses on the end of his nose and assumed a feeble posture and weak voice. When he got out of the truck, he gingerly hobbled along under the compassionate gaze of the volunteer, until the kind sap got out of sight, then he and Susan skipped along delighted with their clever ruse and prime parking place. This shtick continued throughout the entire race.
From that day on, they got along famously.
We love and miss you, Bob.
