Holland, Michael Wayne

Michael and I were friends for twenty years, best friends for most of them. Over those years we laughed at private jokes, knew what the other was thinking by the expression on their face, fought like sisters, and loved each other like brothers. He was one of the few people in my life that I could be in a room with for two hours, say maybe twenty words the entire time, and feel completely content and supported. It has been just over 18 months since he died, and I have made new friends, but not a new best friend. That job comes with duties and responsibilities that Michael understood implicitly and fulfilled. We talked, texted or met nearly every day. One of the most difficult adjustments to make after his death was accepting the fact that no one would do that anymore. Who was left alive that loved me that much?

I met Michael on facebook. He was actually my first friend there. We both loved writing. I feel like I really missed out by not getting to meet him. We talked about someday and yet it always was just talk. I still think of him always. He's greatly missed.