Mikey Daly was one of my best friends and a huge part of my life. For many years we were nearly inseparable. He would crash on the couch at our house so often that he jokingly referred to it as "staying at The Hotel Marshall". I don't know where to begin. When I start to think of all the fun times we had together, the weight of his passing hits me like a ton of bricks. It would take days to recount all of the good memories. The first one my brother and I thought of was a time we all almost got lost in a cave together, had it not been for Mikey. Mikey and I were both adrenaline seekers in our teens and that admittedly got us into some interesting situations. One such occasion was when he, my brother and I walked about an hour into an unmarked cave we found in Lenexa, KS with nothing more than the flashlight apps on our phones. Had it not been for Mikey's observational skills and keen sense of direction, I don't think we would've found the way out for a long time due to the vast, labrynthine nature of the cave. He happened to spot a minute detail after hours of wandering aimlessly which led him to a series of realizations that eventually led us to the entrance. When we first caught sight of it, an onlooker none the wiser might've thought we'd won the lottery. We were bear hugging eachother and thanking God, promising we'd never do something like that again. What I'd give to laugh about that experience and so many others just one more time with him. For now, it will have to wait until we meet again.