With a smile as broad as his freckled face and eyes glittering with an unabated love for life- that is how I remember Michael. Michael was a laugher, a wonderful person to be around. When he died two years ago, the news was numbing and terrible. Shock slowly released its grip on my disbelief, and tears washed me into sorrow. I was so sad for Michael, for Paul and the girls. It all seemed so unfair. Two years on, the pain is easier to deal with, replaced by the realization that everything that Michael was, still is. Though he is physically no longer here, the beauty of his sparkling laughter expresses itself through our daily acts of love; his humanity, through our own.
Now, as I prepare to bike 1600 miles with three other young guys, I am reminded of what Michael's life meant to those who loved him, and how a tragic accident cut short that life. My primary focus on the road this summer is safety. And above all else, this trip is about love: love for life, for adventure, for friends and family. Michael will always be a symbol of love to me. This trip is for him, and a million others. How I wish he could have joined me. Peace and love to all of you.
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