Michael, Michael, Motorcycle...my heart is breaking. So many years we worked side by side, in that cramped office. You will forever be the man that always wore blue, ate a one bowl dish standing up, who looked forward to every Christmas Eve to deep fry your turkey, and eat my spinach dip in a bread bowl. Every crossword puzzle I finish, I will still believe I finished before you...no matter how many times you said you were done before me. I will still threaten to show everyone the pictures I have of you with long hair when you were 17 years old...but will never share as you wished. I will continue prayers for your Dad, and your extended family. I promise you I will try and keep the troops of Wilmington Chili's together as we celebrate your life, and mourn your passing. You have touched many, and will never be forgotten. I promise.