I met Mike at Catholic Youth Camp in the 5th grade and became instant friends. Sharing a large tent with others, we were best buds. We didn't see each other until several years latter when he recognized me with that same delightful grin. We would reconnect off and on throughout high school and bump into each other over the years. I remember being at his house after serving in the Marines in Vietnam Nam. He had lost his arm and told me about getting wounded in the Nam. He told me about the motorcycle accident where he chose to loose his arm to save a girls life. Mike was a hero, a true man of service, God's own son. I wish I could have been at his service. I have felt very close to him over the last week and I know that I will see my good rascally friend again in paradise. May he rest in Peace and Perpetual Light shine upon him!