Azrael Reaper
Mike and I met in Wyoming in 2017, we became good friends and would hang out or go see a movie. A year layer, he helped me get back and forth to work when my car broke down. I had an old beater, 1988 Pontiac Bonneville, that was in the shop for a "minor" starting issues. Mike was there to offer a ride if I needed one. I gave him gas money and bought breakfast. One weekend, we were just hanging out exploring and we drove past an old 1967-1972 era pickup truck hidden on a backroad. Mike loved back roads and he drove them all the time, but I never would. Without Mike and his friendship that old truck would have never caught my eye. It was cheap vesrse its value, but I didnt have enough money saved. Mike helped me buy it without me even having to ask. This was classic early year, 1967 Chevy C10 pickup, maintained, low miles, and highly desirable year. The paint looked old and faded and it wasn't a show truck, but it drive and ran great. Shortly aftrr that, I was able to get a zero money down, financed, new Chevy Cruze, but wasnt driving it cause I drove the pickup instead. I had already repaid the money Mike lent me to help buy the C10. We meet up every week for a movie to hangout, if we werent on a date aline. We would double date sometimes, but mostly just two straight guys hanging out. At some point Mike bought the beater Bonneville, lit was still in the shop waiting on a new CPU. A few weeks later his cars engine locked up and he needed the Bonneville repair done to go to work. The shop then told Mike and I it cost more to fix than its worth. Of course he got his money back and we let the shop have the car with title for their sepetate salvage yard. I also offered to lend him the Chevy Cruze. Mike was resistant, but I insisted. It worked perfectly for both of us. He helped him for several months until he bought a van. Moke was lle yhat, he always was their to help a friend ir family, Mike was not selfish and one of the best friends. He had regrets for failing his vhildren in the psdt, but was doimg all he could to be a positive part if their lives. When I bought a house in 2020, Mike needed a place to crash and came to stay for about a year. No rent needed. He insisted on instead occasionally updating the electrical wiring and such because he enjoyed it and got borded. I think he felt guilty for not paying anything to stay in my guest room. I never could get him to just accept it as a gift of friendship. All I needed was my friend not a renter. So he must have thought the same towards me, with his work around the houses electrical. He left in 2021 but would return.for about six months in 2022. Mike was friends with my fiancé and I as if he were family. I cant say how much we both miss him, especially myself. Losing Mike is hard. He will always be remembered with love, friendship, and good memories. Rest in peace my friend, you had a hard life and deserve it.