Michael was walking his bike across an intersection, misjudged and stepped in front of a woman toting a car full of kids. His injuries included a shattered left arm, collapsed lung and massive head injury. He was brain dead by the time they got him to the hospital. He was 15 years old.
Most of his organs were donated.
Michael was ... it's so hard to describe Michael. When we were kids, he was my baby. He was my soldier, my buddy, my kiddo, my bubba, my friend. His time here was spent stuck in the unfortunate place of not being able to keep up with the other kids, and KNOWING that he was different. It caused him a lot of grief, a lot of heartache. Unfortunately, due to family life, he was never given the tools to learn how to cope with the cards he'd been dealt. His life was spent confused, hurt and upset most of the time. I remember the good moments though. How easily pleased he was. How his eyes lit up when he was happy. The unbalanced way he walked when he got excited. His nasal voice. Everything. He's still a part of my life every single day. Just happier now.
Anyone who happens to remember him at all, good or bad... I would dearly love to hear about those memories.
Tammy Bevers (Ojeda)
Michael was walking his bike across an intersection, misjudged and stepped in front of a woman toting a car full of kids. His injuries included a shattered left arm, collapsed lung and massive head injury. He was brain dead by the time they got him to the hospital. He was 15 years old.Most of his organs were donated.
Michael was ... it's so hard to describe Michael. When we were kids, he was my baby. He was my soldier, my buddy, my kiddo, my bubba, my friend. His time here was spent stuck in the unfortunate place of not being able to keep up with the other kids, and KNOWING that he was different. It caused him a lot of grief, a lot of heartache. Unfortunately, due to family life, he was never given the tools to learn how to cope with the cards he'd been dealt. His life was spent confused, hurt and upset most of the time. I remember the good moments though. How easily pleased he was. How his eyes lit up when he was happy. The unbalanced way he walked when he got excited. His nasal voice. Everything. He's still a part of my life every single day. Just happier now.
Anyone who happens to remember him at all, good or bad... I would dearly love to hear about those memories.