My Friend Mike Daggett
It is hard to draw a word picture of Mike. He and I grew up together and has been my best friend since I was 16. For at least a dozen years we wandered the country together, from annual treks to Cape Cod and Florida for new years EVERY YEAR. We have been the closest friends, each others respite from the world. I know and love Mike more then most anyone in the world. He is a bright, handsome man who tries to hide his heart of pure gold with gruffness, but I found it long ago and cherish my place in it. We have shared families, houses, sob stories and happy times. He has always been there to support me and was even willing to help me buy my house. There is no end to the love and caring this man shared with me, and I will always love him dearly. I miss him an awful lot.