| Location | Palm Beach Gardens |
| Age | 19 years |
| Cause of Death | Murder |
| Date of Birth | 02/04/1976 |
| Date of Death | 21/03/1996 |
| Visitors | 1,197 since 19/02/2009 |
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Mike was my first born son. He was a goof, always joking around. He loved life, body boarding, animals, and loved his sister and little brother like crazy. He was the type of friend that would drop what ever he was doing if he knew you needed him. Many a time I would see him running out of the front door yelling that so and so needed help. He bought me a bracelet when he was 18 for mothers day...gold with the words "I love you mom" on it. How many 18 year old boys would do that? I loved him with all of my heart, still do. I miss him every day of my life.
Mike was murdered along with his best friend. They were lured into the woods on the pretense of target practising by two boys ages 16 and 18 that they thought they could trust. They were both shot in the head execution style and robbed of the $10 my son had in his pocket. The 18 year old is serving life in prison with no chance of parole. The 16 year old walked away scott free! The jury let him off to go out and kill again.....and he did. Now another family suffers the pain our family was forced to endure by the hands of this monster. He is now in jail. His trial is coming up soon and I pray to God he gets what he deserves.....finally.
R.I.P x x Michael
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there.
I do not die.
You have a very special son he will live on in your family so sorry for your loss in such a unreasonable way xx
The moment that you died
Our hearts were torn in two,
One side filled with memories,
The other died with you.
We often lie awake at night,
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down memory lane,
With tears upon our cheeks.
Remembering you is easy,
We do it everyday,
But missing you is heartache
That never goes away.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
We miss you in so many ways,
We miss the things you used to say,
And when old times we do recall,
It’s then we miss you most of all.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place.
Always laughing
Michael is such a bright star in our sky... I met him when he was in 2nd grade at Palm Springs Elementary with my eldest son. I left that area and happened to move right around the corner from Eileen & Mario- Michael really believed we moved to Cabana Colony to be closer to him when he came home to be with his Mom... "How did you know to move right around the corner from my Mom? You knew I was here, didn't you? You came because I'm here..." Then he bent over and bounced up again as he hooted "that is so cooool!!" He grabbed me in the best hug and I laughed and told him, "Of course- we are here because you are here." He was so funny, so precious.
Living around the corner from Mike was great, he loved hanging out with my boys, we had a wonderful tree in that front yard and they were always climbing it, swinging on the swing and building forts... he also, as boys do- had a voracious appetite. No matter what he ate at home, he could eat more at my house.
He brought his first date to my house to show her off to me... we were seated for dinner when there was a quiet tap on the door- then his face appeared at the window... his fingers rapping a staccato tattoo at the living room window- rattling it... I opened the door & he burst in, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he introduced me to his girl... "Isn't she be-yoo-tee-ful!?" Causing this pretty little girl to blush furiously...
Funny boy.
I really miss this boy.
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