No words can express what we felt…

Never have i seen so many people at a funeral sharing the same heartach in real life like this before.

Over 100 close relatives and friends, were in pain, watching the man that brought one of the purist, kindist, most beautiful  souls into this world, move on.

Not one person, man, woman or child, could believe what took place at the funeral. I am in tears as i type this, the memories of that moment, may haunt me, and every person there, for years to come, the pain, the heart ache, all was so overwhelming. His two sons stood there, one in tears, the other, staring, not a word, not a tear shed, in disbelief, the look on his face, carved was nothing but pain, and anger, confusion, I could only imagine how Michael felt, i can only imagine what was going through his mind.

David, his older brother, helps up their uncle, who was also in tears, and walks him away, he could not stand it anymore. Michael left there, standing alone, people stared at him, wondering how he could suppress so much pain, which was visible on his face.

An hour went, he did not move, everything was over, and everyone started to leave, we turned around and walked away, and our hearts sank, a scream, yell, tears just rushed from my eyes, i couldn’t believe it, everyone, everyone there, turned, to see Michael on his knees, looking up, it was a sight I had never seen, the pain expressed never felt. You can not imagine, the effect one mans pain had on a hundred people, he brought others half way to their knees, everyone was in shock and tears, his screams, a man so strong, one that has been through this before, his loving mother passed away when he was barely a teen, but nothing prepared him for this again.

I froze there, as men and his brother, Corey, Erik, friends from all over ran towards him, I felt like I was in a bad dream, I was dizzy, I felt sick suddenly, hearing only his screams of pain, saying ‘Why…” just shouting out amidst all his tears, his mouth would open, nothing would come out, but that’s how hard he was screaming, only seconds after would the sound of his heatbroken screams follow, he was paralysed, he could hardly breath, his brother to his knees now, friends around him, pulling him away from the last physical memory of his father,  then more screams “no…” people holding him down as he lashed out in anger, people with their hands over their mouths in disbelief, the one person everyone depended on, the one person who was bigger than any challenge in life, the one person everyone there looked for, for support, was on his knees, screaming, expressing pain I have never witnessed.

I’m shaking as i type this, but I have to, people who cared for Michael need to know this, his friends all over the world, need to know, he helped everyone he could, he was there for everyone in time of need, he never hurt a soul, treated strangers as friends, that’s how good a person he was.

 Michael, if we could take your pain, we would.

I recently read in an offline message a close friend of your say;

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Michael, your mother and father love you, they look over you now, proud of the man you have become, we all love you, that will never, EVER change, never…