To the love of my life. My Pickle. My Pigeon. My God Damn Muffin. We love you so much, forever.
See moreTwo nights after you passed away, Jones and I lay in bed talking about you. We spoke about how much we missed you, how funny you were, how much you loved a good steak and baseball, and especially how much you loved Jones.
See moreOnce upon a time, Michael Murray told me about the angels he believed in, and his dreams:
See moreFor my HOF friend, Michael, an All Star from a Galaxy far, far away from this Texas gal.
See moreThe favourite of all my cousins in law, Michael is an unexpected familial bonus, an unlooked for perk of marrying Alex.
See moreJones, Your Mom has asked your Dad’s friends to tell you a bit about how we know your Dad. I have never met him in person, but he has profoundly touched my life and I consider him a good friend.
See moreI met Michael online. Indeed, we’ve never met in person, but I feel like I’ve known him forever.
See moreLike many others, I first “met” Michael through his writing. A few years ago, I was mindlessly scrolling through Facebook, as one does when utterly bored.
See moreDear Michael, Thinking of you. Thinking of so many memories of times that we spent together. Did we meet through Rachel or through the Ottawa restaurant and bar crowd? Doesn’t matter. It was some time in the 90s.
See moreHi Michael – Joe was in the bar a month ago and he said you were struggling with your health. Kirby came in last week and said much the same.
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