Mike is survived by his father and two sisters Julia and Jennifer. 

Mike and I met in AA in 2011, it was love/hate at first sight. We were so much alike yet so very different. I found his crazy and loud demeanor very interesting and I was very impressed with the way he carried himself and worked his program of recovery. He was well liked by everyone and knew so much! He did his best over the years we spent together to teach me and show me his world and all that he knew. I knew that Mike was the one when one day we were eating lunch at Braums and I watched him walk up to a homeless man with blood all over his face. Mike took some water and clened the man up and then gave him the shirt off his back. He hugged the man and said"I love ya brother", gave him a $20 bill and told the man to get a burger before he went to the liquor store. I could not keep from wanting to be around him after that. I learned as I watched him what being of service meant and I wanted to be like him. He was my best friend and often we butt heads so badly it was scary. He was a mirror to me and all the things I had not become, but he also had a softer side that peeked through that melted my heart. Mike brought me a flower in bed almost every morning we spent together. Not the store bought kind, the kind he would have to go look for outside, with my flower he brought me coffee or tea and most often he would feed me. He took such good care of me and always tried to go out of his way to make me see myself as he saw me. I tried to do the same for him as well. We often fell short but through the years we learned how to be there for one another and I learned how to really love someone unconditionally, with all his faults and character defects regardless because I loved the man he was striving to be and the God in him that he could not see. He loved my kids and always made an effort to include them. We felt proud to have our little piece of his life, it was the happiest any of us had ever been. He made me want to be a better woman and a better mom. He pushed me and expected more of me because he knew I was capable. I spent the last three months of Mikes life by his side taking care of him because he was so sick. He spent hours opening up and sharing his life with me and laughing about childhood memories. He spoke often about the people he loved and cared for. Mike's demons were stronger than he let on and in the end I'm sure he was ready to go home to God's arms and rest. He never complained when he was sick in fact he was worried about others way more than himself. Crazy Mike, loved with a passion that was real, he touched my soul and my heart so deeply that I'm not sure I will ever find a love so perfect and so meaningful to me ever again. Mike and I shared adventure and always found things to do together. We have our private memories that were special to us and I will never forget those! He was my other half and his death has left such a void in my soul. It's been almost a year now and I am just now getting my head wrapped around the fact that he's gone forever. I am trying to be grateful that he spent the last few months of his life with me loving me and that my kids and i were able to experience life with Mikey. We carry the memories we made close to our hearts and speak about him often as we will never forget him. We will always love you Mikey, u won't be forgotten. I am so grateful that you were a part of our lives. I know how much pain you were in and how sick you were and I am grateful you no longer have to feel that any more. I know you were tired and ready for rest and I pray you have found that in heaven. Until we meet again...