Eulogy for Friend
On November 16th each of the individuals on this altar were to take part in what would have been the most special day in Michael’s life… the day he would have taken Stephanie’s hand in marriage. Instead we stand before you today and attempt to eulogize a great friend and beloved brother.
Though our hearts are filled with much sadness on this day, our message is not one of despair, but one of hope, love, and celebration. Anyone who had the good fortune of spending time with Mike can attest to the wit and good humor, which he embodied. He loved to laugh
and more importantly he loved to make others laugh…a job he always seemed to accomplish with ease
. He was the type of person who lived his life to the fullest, and took advantage of each and every minute. These were central traits that dominated Mike’s personality. While we mourn the loss of such a great person, we should not lose sight of these ideals which Mike found so important. He would want us to continue living our lives in the same manner he did. He would want us to laugh again. Rather than mourn his death, he would want us to celebrate his life.
In keeping with that spirit, we thought about the many things that Mike did to make us laugh. We remember the time he worked for Menna's meats as a delivery boy. Even while at work he would make us laugh. He would drive by the silver beach parking lot, while we were playing football, in a huge cream colored thunderbird doing his deliveries. As he would pull around the turn we knew it was Mike. As he passed by he would be wearing a huge orange colored crash helmet while giving us the thumbs up, man we would laugh hysterically.
We also remember Mike and his Fantasy Football team
. He and Benny would pick the worst team every year. We would all make fun of him for listening to Benny. He would just laugh along with us and watch his team come in last place ….. year after year after year. I’m sure he’s laughing at us now because his team is a contender this year.
We also reflected back to the last week of Mike’s life. It was a typical week for Mike. Tuesday, fantasy football night (which he was obsessed with), Wednesday, he played golf (which he was obsessed with), Friday, he went fishing with his brothers and friends (which he was obsessed about), Saturday, he deejayed (which he was obsessed about), Sunday, he coached soccer (which he was obsessed about) and Monday he went to work (which he was obsessed about). All through that week he spent time with his family and of course Stephanie (who he was passionate about). As we look back now, that is how Mike lived every week of his life. He just loved spending time with his friends and family.
He was known to many of you as Michael Francis Smith. To his family he was known as son, brother, uncle, cousin, and nephew. To his friends he was known as: Mike, Mike Lynch, Mikey, Dusty, Mosquito, Mal (short for malnourished), Simon and of course Mr. Furious.
On September 11th through his selfless and courageous acts at the World Trade Center, Michael earned at the most honorable name that anyone could have…. HERO.
Michael, you are one of the greatest guys we have ever known, your heart, friendship and sense of humor are irreplaceable. You will never be forgotten and will forever be part of our lives. We love you and miss you.
We would also like to take the time to thank the Lynch family and Steph. (Even though Jack told us not to. Sorry Jack were not listening to you this time.)
Not only have you been there for your friends and family, but for the entire; FDNY, NYPD, PAPD and the EMT’s, then again that is typical for your family, always reaching out to help others. Your family through this whole ordeal has been unbelievable. Your strength, courage and faith are amazing.
You have been a true inspiration to us; Michael’s friends and I’m sure many others. Once again from the bottom of our hearts we would like to say thank you.
God bless all of you. We love you.