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| Michael had bought a car from one of these boys and paid him $800 for it and
it blew up the very same day. It was a junker to begin with and he talked to the boy about it and they had a fuss but finally shook hands and forgot about it.. .or at least Michael thought it was forgotten. They all ganged up on him on Wed. before he died and tried to kill him then but they were strung out on cocaine and Michael just brushed them off and told them another day and another time. On the following Fri. they all met him again and they all made up,or Michael thought they had. He was so forgiving. They called him and said they were in trouble and needed him to come and help them and then after he got where they were at they suprised him by hitting him over the head with full quart size beer bottles and logs and when he still wasn't dead they took him up in the woods and tried to bury him alive and that didn't work so they drug him back down to the concrete driveway and tried kicking him to death, and choking him and hitting him on the head with concrete bricks and then they got scared and tried to make it look like he'd overdosed and shot him full of cocaine and he died. One of the boys have gotten away with murder before and nothing has been done. Story of his death by Michaels Mom.. |
| THE DAY MY WORLD STOOD STILL
Two years ago on my way to work that day How was I to know you were going away? We'd talked on the phone the night before I'll never hear you say"I love you mom" anymore. I got that phone call that every parent dreads I prayed don't let my child be dead. It was all true that your life on earth was through. You were 25 years old but so called friends of yours thought they would be bold and they laughed and bragged that day after they took your precious life away. I don't know where to go or what to do as all I do is think of you. If I could only fly son,oh if I could only fly,I'd kiss this world ado and come and be with you. But I can hardly stand and there's no where to run and I'm too tired to fight, so just one more second son and one more lonely night. Seconds turn to minutes,minutes to hours,hours to months, months to years,but time will never ease my broken heart or erase my many tears. I'll visit your grave today with memories in my mind and I'll try to understand why I was left behind. Where can you go when the world don't treat you right? The answer is HOME and God's angels helped you with your flight. I was there when you took your first breath and I wish I had been there when you took your last in death. I had to identify your body at the hospital as you laid on that table so cold and all alone but I laid my head on your heart praying for one more breath. Michael,we miss you more than words can say and our hearts are broken and I cry for you each day. No one can ever take your place as you fought your battle and you won your race. You'll forever be in my heart and always on my mind as mother's should go first and leave their children behind. Since that wasn't meant to be and when my work is through please meet me at Heaven's Gate as I walk though it to you. We love and miss you son and brother. Mom,Terry,Vicki,and Kristy Written by Michaels mother, Margaret |
