Marty, you may or not read this, and heck, even if you do read this I don't expect you to actually believe me, but I am going to post it anyways.
There was something about it, I don't know, I just knew something bad was going to happen. I waited around for a reply, hoping that what I was feeling wasn't true.
Later that night, I got on the forum again and I saw a posting saying Michael was in an accident. Somehow I just knew that it was bad. I went to bed thinking about ways I could cheer him up in the hospital. I was going to decorate a pair of socks, and label them Michael's Sexy Sox... we had this joke going about the one's I woke up from surgery with. They were going to be white and pink, because I thought that he should have girly socks. I think I still may send you some.
Marty, I hope you got my letter. I know it wasn't very long, but it was at the time what was going through my mind. I am so incredibly sorry for the loss of Michael. He was such a sweet person. I was actually planning on calling him up and talking to him in person. Do you remeber when you said that him and I should have gone to prom together? I thought that was very nice, and then I did want to come out and visit. It wouldn't be prom, but I would have been able to meet my friend.
He had a love for Captain Ron like I have never seen. I thought I was the only one that really liked that movie, and I had asked him to reccomend a movie. We talked about Captain Ron, and turns out that day he watched it because he hadn't seen it in a while. At least he got to watch it before he was gone.
I am going to e-mail you the messages I got from Michael. It's not too many, but I just thougt you would like to have them.