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Wallace DeGroat

Né àWashington

59 years

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Les Mémoires

Adriene Edwards - Sister

There were times when he was away, I would get a short letter from him and there was usually some goofiness he would include in it to make me smile or laugh out loud. He wasn't much into material things because he really found his joy in being with people which really is the best way to live anyway. He has left his mark of love & caring on many, many hearts.
I remember the first time Aunt Eileen came to visit Seattle and we went to Pioneer Square to the New Orleans Cafe. They had Jazz Bands and Blues groups playing there and open mike. We were sitting up in the loft. I got up my nerve and decided to surprise everyone by going down to sing "Sunny" which I dedicated to Aunt Eileen. It was so much fun and what a surprise since they were wondering where I was until they looked down and saw me onstage! LOL! Michael said "Oh, she's not gonna get ahead of me!" so he came on down and sang a blues tune. That was a special night that I will never forget. Although your life is now on "pause" I know it is to "be continued" ...

Love always,
Adriene

Homer Herndon

About the latter part of the last year I got a surprise call from my Brother (in-law) telling me that he was moving to Georgia, and he planned on us going fishing until he expired. Well I'm still planning on taking him fishing, even if he is only in my heart and thoughts. Mike maybe gone on, but he will never be forgotten. For we are not remembered by our words, but our kind deeds..., My time with Mike was short, but memoriable, the laughter, the conversations, the words of encouragement, the quick bond between us, the Brother I could not be easily broken. Peace and Love my Brother

Kevin Perron

Michael is my oldest brother and he always had a certain suave style about him. He could always make you laugh, and was multi-talented. It would never cease to amaze me when I was a kid, at the many different things he had knowledge of.

My memories of him always center around music and food. I'm talking about when music was actually considered music, not whatever this stuff is that is played on the radio today. When I grew up, I would go to visit him and there was always something to eat. Black eyed peas, greens, cornbread etc. and he always had enough to share with anyone who came by to visit.

I had this car, a late 80's model Chevy Malibu and it kept losing water. I just kept putting water into the radiator before I would leave to go wherever I was going. So I told Michael about it. He looked under the hood of that car and was able to tell me that the water pump needed replacing. I bought the parts, and he supplied the tools and the know how and we got it replaced and running again in a couple of days. I was so happy that we had worked on something together, not to mention have my car working again after being without it for several weeks.

He's gone, but definitely will never be forgotten!

Seeing My Dad

posted Apr 9, 2010 12:06 PM by Alondra Reid

I remember the first time my dad came to visit. I remember it like it was yesterday. We would talk to one another on the phone all the time but he called to tell me he was actually coming to visit. I was so happy and excited to see him after all these years.

As I pulled up to the bus station I saw this tall slender man and looked at him and said "Michael" he said "Alondra" and ran over to the car and told me to get out. I got out and he gave me the biggest hug!

When we arrived home, he greeted my husband as if they had known one another for years and baked the kids so many chocolate chip cookies that they were having a sugar attack!

That was the same year we were able to go and meet Chance, Aunt Yvonne, Aunt Jacqui, Brittney, Ant, etc. It was the year I realized I was not alone but actually had real family that loved and cared about me. My dad did that for me because he knew since my grandmother's death and my mom being in Seattle I felt alone and didn't have a connection and knew where I came from.

My dad gave me my family and showed me what real love was. He taught his grand daughter along with my uncle how to play bones (dominoes). They would have matches between the 3 of them slapping the dominoes on the table and it was a sight to see!

He brought fun and laughter where ever he went and he will truly be missed.

I love you dad!

Alondra

Meeting Michael

posted Apr 9, 2010 7:42 AM by Yvonne Marbury

When we were growing up, we always knew about our brother Michael but he lived pretty far away so we hadnt gotten to see him since we were very young. I had the pleasure of seeing him a couple years ago when he came to visit and I have to admit, first laying eyes on him as an adult was shocking.. he looked soooo much like our dad that I was stunned for a moment. Once he opened his mouth with that big personality I was in awe because not only did he look alot like Dad, but he had that same fun loving personality that he had and the same quality that made everyone want to be around him. He made me laugh the entire time he was here, and insisted that he teach me and my husband how to play Bid whist, he wanted to play cards and said that was the game to play. Somehow he managed to teach me how to play and we had so much fun that night (him, my hubby and me and our niece brittany) I just remember laughing alot and tripping off all his trash talking during the game.

After that visit, Michael made it a point to write letters and call every now and then to say hello and tell me he loved me which surprised me but at the same time felt good because I never had a brother, so having one even for a short period of time was great.

He will be greatly missed for many reasons, I will never forget those smiling eyes he had when he was talking trash.. what a character he was! (like father like son LOL)

I have the distinct image in my mind of him and Dad seeing eachother for the first time after all these years and giving one of those big manly bear hugs with a pat on the back. For those that knew both, can you imagine those two together anywhere??.. all the jokes, and comments they would make. I wish I had seen them together once.. but atleast they are together now in spirit.

RIP Michael... never forgotten.

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