Your not just a memory... / Tara (Friend)
I can't even explain to you Mike how every single time I come to this site or to your myspace it completely breaks my heart. It is like finding out the news of your passing, breaks me to pieces.
We have shared so much together, good, bad, and luckily we were on a fairly long good streak when you passed. If we weren't I don't know what I would do. It helps me to know that you cared and you were there for me. What would I have done when my grandma passed away if it wasn't for you calling me up and making me come to dunkin donuts every night like you were the team leader. Your smile would light everyone up and you could make me laugh even when I just wanted to punch you in the head. I can still hear the sound of your laughter, I can still picture your smile and I can still see you sitting at dunkin donuts.
It has almost been a year and honestly Mike, it seems like just yesterday. A year has gone by and you have been in my thoughts prayers and stories. I always speak of you , I always think of you and everytime I hear the Christina song on the Radio I turn it up and I always Say my Michael song! Then I look up to the sky like I am going to see you smiling down on me or something. It is so odd how this has just become a routine for me, I don't even think about it, it just comes to me.
I must admit, I think I live in constant denial. I come to the site, cry my eyes out that your gone like I have just found out and then its like I push that as far back as I can and although I think of you often, I think that this is not true. Maybe you got in trouble and your hiding somewhere or something. I know what the reality is but reality is such a hard thing to face.
I already asked for the 24th off because I wanted to be there for the anniversary. Anniversary, I can't even believe I am saying that. I havn't been to your grave since your passing, I just have not been about to handle it and now living out in PA its nearly imposible even if I wanted to.
Mike, you touched so many people's hearts and you have a family that completely loves and adores you. May you continue to watch over them and help them find peace. I love you Mike, your turtle you gave me is still in the back seat of my car, and anyone that tries to touch it, I nearly backhand, because I don't want anything to happen to it. Its like my piece of you that is still here and although it doesn't talk back and give advise and it doesn't hug me back, it is a constant reminder of you and everything you were to me.
Rest in peace.
I love you.
Love always,
Tara
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