I grew up with Mike. He was always the peacemaker and the entertainer. I met Mike when I was in grade 3. I remember when Mike had the white glove and red leather jacket that Michael Jackson wore. He said that he wanted to be a comedian. I think it was the same year that Mike M and Dennis M got into a fist fight in Mikes yard, and Mike M was beating the snot out of Dennis M, to the point where Dennis M was throwing up. Mike came out of the house, not only did he stop the fight, but he got them to be friends. Mike had that magic.
Our dads used to take us to his Uncle Mels camp to go hunting, Mike and I would sneak away to go smoke some Malrboros.
In about grade 5, we were at fall scout camp (camp Agawom) and Chad had nothing to eat. Mike had a can of tuna, opened it, took two bites and gave it to Chad. Mike was a giving person.
In the later years of school, we both hung out with different crowds, but any time we saw each other, we would always catch up. Mike was an awesome, sensitive person. One of those friend that you can run into 12 years later and pick up right where you left off.
Mike had some wrong things going on in his life, but he has never done me wrong, and I will always remember him fondly. I am so sad to hear about his passing and hope that he has found peace.
Love ya, Mike.
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