It seems like you always have that one person in a family that makes everyone come together, get along and want to be there. Whether it be your grandma, mom, that uncle who was not allowed to have any of the kids sit on his lap, there is always one person. Mike was that person here.
I had the honor of meeting him when we did a hostage exchange of a couple of FOB holsters for one of his cutting boards. It is still proudly displayed in our kitchen and I paid a little extra notice to it today.
Wish I had something profound to say. The only thing I can think of is "well, shit"
I will raise a glass to him later today. For he is truly one of the good ones
I've got no words either, but can confirm that Mike is indeed one of the good ones.