In Memory of Michael

Just last week, while sorting through pictures, I found a photo of our nephew Michael at our daughter's birthday party thirteen years ago. I put it on my fridge last Saturday, because I hadn't seen him for a while, and just looking at his picture made me smile. Three days later, we got the news that he had died in his sleep. Michael was only 27.

What I'll remember most about Michael is his compassionate nature. I knew Mike as a sweet, conscientious person, someone you could count on when you needed a hand. Michael was one of my favorite nephews, because he was consistently kind to everyone. He was a hard worker, especially when help was needed at home. It was easy to tell that he loved being with his family, and how much they meant to him. We grieve with them during this time of sorrow, and his loss leaves a deep hollow place in all our lives.

One of the reasons I loved Mike was because of his kindness. He always had time for my little girl. Every time we saw him, he seemed genuinely glad to see her. He'd talk to her a bit about whatever she was doing, and say something to make her smile. She thought her "Uncle Michael" was pretty special, because she could tell that he loved her, too.

I don't remember the first time I met Michael, but I surely remember the last. We were saying good-bye, so I gave him a hug and told him we loved him. He didn't say much in return, but his warm hug said what words could not. He was a wonderful, good-natured person, and we were blessed to have him in our lives. There will always be a special place in our hearts for Michael because of his generous and loving heart, and we will forever miss this fine young man.

October 10, 2008
Starr Rathburn