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March 13, 2012
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My Eulogy For Michael “Mikeywheels” Medina.

As of today, it has been one month since Mike passed away. It has been the most difficult, confusing, hectic, painful month of my life and the life of many around me.

He was my best friend. And because of that, I was asked to write and give a eulogy that friday at his funeral service.

At this point, I feel like it’s been long enough to release what I wrote. The following is the eulogy I wrote for him at 4 in the morning on my friends computer the night after he passed.

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March 12, 2012
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Dear Mikeywheels. Holy. Fucking. SHIT. I have a vague memory of my youth, but almost every memory involves you in one way or another. One of said memories was kind of a blur until recently. My parents were oddly strict about not letting little innocent infantile me handle money in my younger days, for obvious reasons. In fact, if I can recall, I actually didn’t get my first dollar until the day of my 3rd birthday, when you gave it to me as a present. I loved that gift, probably more than I’d ever loved anything I’d ever receieved. Then again, my love was, up until then, mostly reserved for Ice Cream and Barney the Dinosaur. I kept it forever, but over the years you lose things in the insane amount of things you get, or so I thought. I can’t believe I found this. God knows I’m going to hold onto this forever. Love, Matt. P.S. You seriously put “Love, Micky” on the dollar? I mean, I know you weren’t exactly David Foster Wallace as a child, but come on Micky, spell your name right.

Dear Mikeywheels. Holy. Fucking. SHIT.

I have a vague memory of my youth, but almost every memory involves you in one way or another.

One of said memories was kind of a blur until recently. My parents were oddly strict about not letting little innocent infantile me handle money in my younger days, for obvious reasons.

In fact, if I can recall, I actually didn’t get my first dollar until the day of my 3rd birthday, when you gave it to me as a present. I loved that gift, probably more than I’d ever loved anything I’d ever receieved. Then again, my love was, up until then, mostly reserved for Ice Cream and Barney the Dinosaur.

I kept it forever, but over the years you lose things in the insane amount of things you get, or so I thought.

I can’t believe I found this. God knows I’m going to hold onto this forever.

Love, Matt.

P.S. You seriously put “Love, Micky” on the dollar? I mean, I know you weren’t exactly David Foster Wallace as a child, but come on Micky, spell your name right.

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