Teen struck and killed by train

this website is horrible. i cant believe it even exists. if its not hard enough already to have lost a friend/classmate/son/grandson, then knowing that this article exsists and the ignorant insensitive comments on it, makes it even worse. (if thats even possible)

we all miss mike. and to have ever come across this, is sickening and makes it that much worse.

There was no autopsy done! there doesn’t need to be when the cause of death is obvious. I don’t know where it’s coming from but to set it straight Michael died because he was hit by a train. That is the autopsy! It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s gone.

Let me start off by saying I am Michael’s uncle. For those who have written positive remarks regarding the accidental death of this beautiful boy, I would like to Thank You from the bottom of my heart. For the others, I pray you do not have to learn the hard way what it feels like to have someone ripped away from your life.

Mikey was a special kid, I am his uncle through marriage but I love him as I love my own two boys. The first time I met Mikey was when he was four years old at a family get together hosted by his parents. It was my second date with Maha, and she brought me to their family get together which was held at one of the sibling’s homes every Sunday. Needless to say I was a little uncomforatble being there, as it was only our second date. Everyone was really nice to me, but Mikey stole my heart that day. I was sitting on the couch, and on my left was Maha’s father and on my right was her uncle. Maha’s father (Mikey Grandafther) was not very talkative, but he was polite. Her uncle was very talkative and asked me endless questions. Not to mention Maha’s sister grilling me about my job, education, my beliefs and so on. Mikey,at four yearsold now, must have sensed how uncomforatble I was. He jumped on my lap, gave me a big hug and said “Hi my name is Mikey, whats yours?” That little precious boy stole my heart that day and never gave it back. He sat with me the rest of the night and he made me laugh and giggle with his stories and that smile. God, I love him!

Another story about Mikey, that shows what kind of person he is and how he was raised is evident in this story. My wife and I were at Joe and Mona’s house, Mikey was about 7 years old at the time. I had to leave their house to attend a different function. Maha, with Mikey standing next to her,asked if I had money for gas. I said I did not have any money with me. Mikey takes off to his room and about a minute later comes down with a $20 dollar bill and hands it to me. I said “Mikey what is this for?” and he said “you need money for gas”. God bless his innocent heart. He had no idea I could have easily used my debit card for the gas. But that was the essence of Mikey, if anyone was in need, he would help. Those are values that were taught to him by his parents to be loving, thoughful and to help those in need.

I have so many stories about what makes Mikey such a great person. I have hundreds of pictures of Mikey, and in about 70% percent of them he is hugging, kissing or playing with all the kids and babies in our family. Mikey always went everywhere with his parents, he loved being around the family. He was so funny, no matter what he did it made you laugh. Mikey was raised by parents who loved and nurtured him with all their heart. They lived their lives for their kids. As I stated earlier, their are so many stories about his family of how they help, love and support one another.

I am sitting here writing this, and I can’t believe Mikey is not here. None of this seems real, I keep pinching myself trying to wake up from a bad dream. I keep waiting for him to walk through the door. I also have to watch these loving parents, his brother, as well as the rest of the family and friends grieve over the loss of Mikey. I look into Joe and Mona’s eyes, and see the pain and anguish they are going through, and it hurts so much because I cannot stop the pain that they are feeling. I feel so helpless, between the pain I feel for Mikey and the pain I feel for the family. I want so much to help Joe, Mona and Joey, but nothing will ever be the same. We lost a piece of our heart and soul that day, and it can never be filled.

I love Mikey as if he was my own son. I have two boys 6 & 3 who want to learn how to play hockey just like Mikey. I also want them to have the same loving ideals he possessed…kind, giving, loving, friendly, funny and yes sometimes annoying. When my kids join a hockey team I will request they have the same jersey number as Mikey to honor his memory.

I love you Mikey, don’t worry we are here for your parents and Joey. We will all be together once more.

With all my heart and love,
Uncle Tony

one word-BULLSHIT! i knew mike for 5 years, no way my friend killed himself. everyone who thinks that he did obviously didnt know him, so go to another site and post ur rude remarks elsewhere, in a few days it’ll be one month, and Im still feeling it full force.

“k” your a bitch.