When Brodie and Holly's wedding was approaching, Michael kept refusing all offers to book him accomodations close to the venue. He was adamant that he would figure something out, as he always did. Ayla and I knew this meant we had to make sure we got him back to the Airbnb with us in Stratford. He wanted to just sleep in the back of his vehicle in the venue parking lot, and he would have done so with a smile on his face had we let him.
We stuck several extra people into our Airbnb that night, because ofcourse we all had to stick together. There was an extra air mattress for Mike to use, but instead of setting it up he crawled under the coffee table and said this would be where he slept. No carpets either, just a hardwood floor. Offered him blankets and pillows, didn't want em. But he did want some of the joint we smoked on the fire escape, so he crawled out from under the table, took a few puffs, and crawled back under the table for the rest of the night.
We all woke up in the morning, and Mike didn't complain once about having slept on the floor. We all went to a local greasy spoon for breakfast, and he got the biggest meal on the menu; "the lumberjack" or something like that. It got delivered and it was literally an entire baking sheet full of food. And he finished that WHOLE. DANG. PLATE.
He was the life of the party that night, and every night wherever he was. He touched the lives of the friends I introduced him to, my "crazy cousin Mike". He welcomed my partner Josh into the family with open arms, and became a part of his daily routine by playing chess together everyday. He bettered the lives of everyone he knew. I love you Michael.
When Brodie and Holly's wedding was approaching, Michael kept refusing all offers to book him accomodations close to the venue. He was adamant that he would figure something out, as he always did. Ayla and I knew this meant we had to make sure we got him back to the Airbnb with us in Stratford. He wanted to just sleep in the back of his vehicle in the venue parking lot, and he would have done so with a smile on his face had we let him.
We stuck several extra people into our Airbnb that night, because ofcourse we all had to stick together. There was an extra air mattress for Mike to use, but instead of setting it up he crawled under the coffee table and said this would be where he slept. No carpets either, just a hardwood floor. Offered him blankets and pillows, didn't want em. But he did want some of the joint we smoked on the fire escape, so he crawled out from under the table, took a few puffs, and crawled back under the table for the rest of the night.
We all woke up in the morning, and Mike didn't complain once about having slept on the floor. We all went to a local greasy spoon for breakfast, and he got the biggest meal on the menu; "the lumberjack" or something like that. It got delivered and it was literally an entire baking sheet full of food. And he finished that WHOLE. DANG. PLATE.
He was the life of the party that night, and every night wherever he was. He touched the lives of the friends I introduced him to, my "crazy cousin Mike". He welcomed my partner Josh into the family with open arms, and became a part of his daily routine by playing chess together everyday. He bettered the lives of everyone he knew. I love you Michael.
