Mikey Frazier

What words can I say about Michael "Mikey" Joseph Frazier? No sequence of letters jumbled together seem to be adequate enough.

If you had the chance to know Mikey, you knew pure love.

He loved to love.

As his sister, I took that for granted. He was my brother, so I saw the ass hole part of him. The spoiled part. The favorite.

I know that's natural, but oh do I regret it now. I grew up with doctors saying he would never make it to 10, but he did. Then he wouldn't make it to 13, but he did. He always beat the odds. I never imagined he wouldn't. I didn't take the time I had with him as preciously as I should have. I honestly thought he would out live us all.

I think of Mikey on the football field. I think of Mikey talking shit. I think of Mikey fist bumping. I think of Mikey being a ladies man. I think of hugs. So so so many hugs.

This is a really hard time for my family right now. On a day we should be celebrating my middle brother, Lee's 29th birthday. We're mourning the lost of our baby brother.

My parents live out of state in a rural part of Kentucky. Preparations for Mikey is going to be hard for them, not to mention accommodations for them to be close to family in Ohio. If you have the ability to help them out, you have no idea how greatly it would be appreciated.