November 5, 2010--In Honor of Michael

by Haily Mae Dunn, , November 5, 2010

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Coming to today's PWR 315 class has opened my eyes. It has brought back memories of when my grama passed away, and also when my friend, Josh, got in a motorcycle, later finding out he was paralyzed. It has made me think about how short life is and how we just never know. We don't have any clue what the future may hold for us. We live day to day wondering what each day will bring our way, and at the end of the day when we lay down to go to sleep, all we can do is thank God we are still breathing. We sometimes find ourselves wanting things that may be too far out of our reach, but does that make us selfish? When our life is amongst the unknown, do we really have to question whether or not we should do what we love- while we are still able to do so?

I never had the privilege of knowing Michael Freitas, but sitting in this classroom right now gives me a sense of what kind of person he was. A few people are crying freely, others may be keeping it bottled up inside, saving it for when they are in the comfort of darkness, in their own safe place to let loose. We don't think about these things until it is often too late, until we are starring death in the eyes, until it happens to someone we know, a family member, a friend, or a classmate.

I recently wrote about how we take the small things for granted. Sitting in this room, on this Friday afternoon, no one is watching the clock, ready to leave, go home, and get ready to go out for the night. No one is jumping out of their seats to go to the bathroom or go get a drink to occupy their time. Everyone is sitting in here, remembering Michael. It seems to me, Michael was the kind of person who didn't take these small things for granted. He seems to be one of those few people who has loved, laughed, smiled, cherished, and lived everyday to its fullest potential. When his last day came, I would bet he didn't have to look back with regrets.

I often wonder if I would be able to stare death in the face without regrets. I have been mourning a loss of my own lately, but when I look at the situation Michael's family and friends and fiancée must be dealing with, my problems don't even compare. I wish I had the pleasure of knowing Michael. It appears that he has touched the lives of many. My heart goes out to his family and friends who now have to face this loss. I hope they find comfort in knowing what an impact Michael had on people.

As I look around the room, there are fourteen people sitting here. Some could not face coming in today without Michael sitting in his normal corner. However, everyone who is here is struggling, and I can see it in their eyes and faces. Michael will live on, long after this semester ends. He has touched the hearts of many and those souls will never be the same.

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