The guy next to the TV, not picking his nose, but with his finger near it.
On January 9, I spoke of Michael as "There was the guy next to the TV, not picking his nose, but with his finger near it. "
The few times I have seen Michael at the home, he was always seated with his head hanging a little low. He always had a friendly expression on his face. I wonder who he was when he once was....
I remember the first day we walked in the home and my Dad showed off. He entertained the crowd with his daft dance moves and his flirtatious "Hiya honeys", even to some of the men. Michael was seated at the right hand of the TV.
I recently found out that Michael passed away a couple weeks ago. It occurred to me to post about him to recognize his passing and to pay him tribute.
Michael, I hope you rest in peace. I'm sorry for never making an effort to know you and love you personally. God bless you and keep you in peace.