I loved my friend. He was like a brother to me years ago. We use to write letters. I wouldn’t be able to see his small print now. We use to go to the Tecumseh Outdoor Drama every year until I moved away. I twisted his arm and got him to go to my cousin-in-law’s 4th grade class to educate the kids on Native Americans. Mike didn’t want to talk but just bring his artifacts to show. I couldn’t answer their questions, so his interest overpowered his shyness and he started talking. He took off on his own after two classes and became a total show. SO PROUD of him. He scared the daylights out of me whizzing by on his motorcycle at my parent’s house. I would run to the window and see the white streak of his helmet go by. I was talking about this at my mother’s funeral, in her eulogy, on the very day he died. We shared a love of history, rock and roll, and especially animals. Never was there a more gentle spirit. Love you friend, and I’ll see you in the heavenly forest.
