MICHAEL SWICKEY, Jr.
September 10, 1980 – January 18, 1997
For the many who remember Michael, we can’t help but wonder. We wonder about many things and imagine his life at 39-years-old. What would he be doing? Would he have a family? How would he make his living? It’s all speculation of course, but we wonder. We do. What would he have settled on as his life purpose? Because we knew Michael, even at age 16, (the age he lost his life), that he had a special mind. He was curious. He was thoughtful. He thought about music, poetry, and the big questions of life. He questioned so many things and would often wonder why things were the way they were. It wasn’t enough to say, “It’s just always been that way.” He was a thinker.
It’s because of all of this, and more, that we still mourn what might have been. As hard as it is to imagine, it’s been 23 years since that tragic night when our much loved Michael ceased to be with us in this world. All we can do is remember the many memories of his life – and that we do, and often.
There is still much unknown about 01-18-1997 and those questions sometimes make it hard to move on – even this many years later. Yet, as time passes, it truly does become easier to push aside the accident, the tragedy that cost him his life, and place the focus on where it belongs: remembering and celebrating the good times of his life. What we wouldn’t give if things could be different, but alas, the past cannot be undone. So, we have this page; sent into the world on an internet he would have loved.
To Michael’s and our friends, family members, and one-time strangers: welcome. Please take a look at some of the pictures and if you would like, step back and read the words from 23 years ago as they appeared in the original memorial.
****** Michael’s Photo Gallery – HERE. ******
“Remember Me and Smile”
One of Michael’s favorite songs and played at his memorial service.
The Cure and TREASURE
Feel free to spend a few minutes here and remember the life of our son, Michael … and feel free to leave a message at the guestbook. It means more than you know to hear from friends and family and know they, too, remember Michael – and smile.
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