01 October 1958 - 07 May 2011
Michael was my best friend. I met him when I was 7 years old. He had as good a soul as anyone. He cared for his friends, who ranged in age from 7 to 91. He loved sports - baseball, football, basketball, hockey, and tennis. He was an avid fisherman. As kids we would ride our bikes 20 miles or so to the West River to fish for trout, and we'd cook and eat them there.
The way I found out he died, and how he took his own life, was tragic. I was suffering from depression, living in California, and having a very hard time in my life. Two months before he took his life, he called me out of the blue. He told me he loved me, and while I was just about to tell him that I loved him the phone went dead. He didn't have a caller ID, it said private number, so I couldn't call him back. And so my young 8 year old son tried to commit suicide, and my girlfriend died from a kayaking accident, and I was extremely clinically depressed and recently out of a job, I decided to return to Massachusetts. The day I arrived back from California, I found out he died from his obituary in the paper.
Emotionally devastated, with what seemed like his back up against a wall, he decided to take his life. I feel bad that he did not realize that all of us who loved him were ready and able to help him. He could not deal with the loss of his marriage.
He was a good person, my very best friend, and a very passionate man. I loved his family - his dad Donald, mom Elaine, and sisters Kim and Patty. I loved him like a brother. His sisters were like my sisters. I teased them because they were like my sisters, and I loved them. Kind and generous to a fault, I miss my best friend. And I will forever