Only the good die young.

It is strange to think that you are gone.

If only we could have known and stopped you from leaving.

If only the brakes had slowed you quicker.

If only the night was lighter.

If only the timing was different.

Maybe then, Mike.

Maybe you would still be here.

Maybe no one would have had to cry Friday morning when they looked at you that one last time.

Maybe you would still be in your big truck instead of that small box.

It haunts me to think that maybe you did not know Him. We know that those who have received His love have everlasting life, but did you meet Him, Michael?

Did you tell Him you love Him?

With your final, scared breath did you ask Him in?

I want to believe you did.

I want to turn back time and in that moment be able to tell you of His love.

I want you to be Free.

But that moment has passed.

Your chance to decide came and went.

I hope there was a point, even if unspoken, that you believed in Him.

And I hope to see you in Heaven, friend.