Micah and Mr. E were alike in some ways and very different in other ways. Micah was an artist. He was creative and talented, and he was often bored, which led to laziness and trouble-making. (He was a great trouble maker!) Mr. E is creative in different ways, but he is the opposite of lazy. He was (and is) a good boy who never got in trouble (unless Micah or I were there to lead him astray). Together, the Mr. and Micah made quite a team. They made many happy memories together.
Micah and I had a love-hate relationship. Sometimes, we loved to be mean to each other, but we both knew it was just in jest. He had a heart of gold, and I knew he would be there in an instant if I needed him. I hope he knew the same about me. I have many happy memories of Micah, and many of them make me laugh.
Micah and my best friend, Willow, dated briefly. Very briefly. I still tease her that she was in love with him, but I’m pretty sure it was a relationship of convenience for both sides. The four of us went to homecoming together when Willow and I were juniors in high school. We went to the Melting Pot for dinner, and we had a great time. Micah was always spouting facts and telling us things he knew. We, as teenaged girls, found this very annoying and usually made fun of him for it. This night was no different. There was a rose in a vase on the table at dinner. Out of nowhere, Micah told us that humans could eat all kinds of flowers and survive. We said we didn’t care, but he kept talking. He insisted that, not only could you eat a rose, but it was considered a delicacy. By this point, Willow and I were laughing so hard we were crying. Then, Willow said the fateful words, “Well, if it’s such a delicacy, eat it.” Imagine a fifteen year old girl and a sixteen year old girl guffawing with laughter while Mr. E was pretending not to be with us and Micah was talking about eating flowers. He began pulling petals off the rose and eating them. This only added fuel to our giggle fest. He ended up eating the whole thing as we snorted and chuckled. Being the gentleman that he was, he offered each us a petal. Micah and Willow broke up pretty soon after that evening. For years, and probably to this day, all I had to say was, “He ate a rose,” and Willow and I were reduced to laughter.
At one point when I was still in high school, Micah managed to get himself kicked out of his parents’ house (He was at least 19 by this time). He decided he could live just fine in his Fiat X19. Now, for those of you who don’t know what kind of car this is, picture the smallest two-seater you can think of. Shrink it to smaller than you thought possible, and you have a Fiat X19. Micah was about 6’2”, and he was a big guy! He wasn’t fat, but he was solid, and he decided to live in a Fiat. At the time, I was surprised that Mr. E’s parents said Micah could live in his car behind their house. However, thinking back, I’m pretty sure they just wanted to see the show. Micah had a tiny black and white TV that would run on the car battery. We would look out, and he would be sitting in the passenger’s seat with his feet hanging out of the driver’s side window. He would sit like that and watch TV. I’m not sure what he ate, and I never wanted to know where he went to the bathroom. I think he lasted about a week before he started to look for other living arrangements.
Micah and his son, Dillon, were into Star Wars. I don’t mean that Micah had a slight fascination. I mean he ate, slept and breathed Star Wars. He was in a Star Wars club that I used to tease him about unmercifully. (Except, I called it the Star Trek club just to get his goat.) Mr. E and I never fully understood what the club was until after Micah passed away. This club was an organization of people who spent their time volunteering for children’s charities. They would dress up in very authentic Star Wars costumes and help with fundraisers to help kids. This club came together and showed us what they were all about after Micah died. They were there to support the family, and they were an awesome group of people.
Micah had built an R2D2 replica. This was not just any replica. This was a life-sized, working robot. I had heard about it, but I never saw it until after he passed away. It was astounding. At that point, I realized what talent Micah had. I always knew that he was artistic, but I had no idea. He used old trinkets and built them into amazing things. He was a creative genius.
The ultimate memory of Micah for me was his funeral. This may sound weird, but Micah had the coolest funeral I have ever attended. The Star Wars people were there, and they weren’t just there; they were there in costume. I’m here to tell you, you haven’t lived until you attended a funeral with a storm trooper. I sat beside Princess Leia. I’ve never had such a hard time being serious at a funeral in all my life, and I’m pretty sure that’s just how Micah would have wanted it. His family even chose his final resting place based on Star Wars. He is in a wall at the cemetery, and his spot is two to the right and two down. R2D2. What an awesome way to memorialize an awesome person.
It has been over two years since Micah died. Mr. Everything still mourns him, and so do I. I don’t know that I will ever be able to talk about him without tearing up. He was a talented artist, a loyal friend, an amazing dad and a good son and brother. He left a hole in us that can’t be filled, but he also left many happy memories. When I start to feel sad about him, I just remember him cramming that rose into his mouth, and I am happy. -Al