Condolences from the Original Website

 

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Bob, Dusty and Mike,
Physically I'm nothing more than a vessel.
It's my spirit that's really so special.
It's my power, my strength, my unkown potential.
And what I know of it now, Seems inconsequential.
So, how I live my life, could be very essential.
Cause physically, you see, I'm nothing more than a stencil.

I belive our spirit afterlife, is a new beginning.

Tom Blythe

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Dr Jones,

I was so sad to hear of the loss of Mikee.  I know what an amazing and special part of your life he was.  Although I had not seen him since I left the dental van, it seems like he had followed in your footsteps.  Your love of music and flying.  It must be an honor to see all the tributes from his friends.  He definately was a loved young man.  My prayers are with you and Dusti.
Tracy


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Dusti,
I have indeed heard of Mikes passing and am saddened to hear it. Most of my memories of Mike are peaceful ones. I vividly remember sitting with Mike outside Loyola's business building exchanging finger plucking techniques on his acoustic guitar. I can't remember any of the verbal exchange from the experience, but I can remember the feeling. In a time in my life filled with turmoil and uncertainty it was a moment of peace and clarity. I've been playing this silent movie again and again in my head over the pass few weeks. It's upsetting to think that the world has lost that centering force. My thoughts are with you.
-Alex


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Dusti,

Good morning!  I loved how Rod called me on the way to the concert going by himself. It reminded me so much of a call from Mikee.  I remember one day he came by Sundays house and was going to a concert, I was ilke who are you going with??? He said, Nobody man, Ill find someone there to gig with! haha And he did!  I miss his video's he sent, his text messages, him standing next to me shredding his guitar!  I am addicted to the Schecter!  I feel like his energy is right with me when I strum!  Just off beat and a little outta key without him keeping me in line! ;)

Love Will!


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I am so glad that I came down to the memorial and I know all the other Northeastern kids were glad too.  It was great to reminisce about the good old days and all the Mike stories.  I was also so glad to meet people that I had always heard so much about like his friends from Pennington.  I knew all their names but had never matched a face with it until then.  Keep in touch!
Jaime Greene   


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Mr. & Mrs. Jones,

I'm saddened to hear of Mike's passing.  In the short time that I knew him, he made a profound impression on me.  Mike was one of those rare people... he was truly one of the finest people I've ever met.

He will be missed.

James Gallagher


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Dusti and Bob,

My first days with Mikee began when you hired my to work at the Clinic.  I remember picking him up at day care, smiles and lots of chit chat from a little round face with straight brown hair and shoes full of sand.

I always told my kids if we ever got stopped for speeding to start crying and say don't take us to jail.  So to, I used to tell Mikee.  We were on Morgnec Road.  It had just been repaved and sure enough got stopped for speeding.  When the Officer came to the window Mikee started shouting, "What's he gonna do.  What's he gonna do."  The Officer started laughing, didn't write a ticket and said, "Slow down."  I said, "Close enough," and hugged Mikee, a little round face with straight brown hair and shoes full of sand.

I remember putting him in the Sailfish and we would putter around up and down the river till he ran out of things to talk about or got hungry and we headed to shore.  A little round face with straight brown hair and shoes full of sand.

The years flew by.  Mikee went away to school.  The next time I saw him, the little round face with straight brown hair and shoes full of sand was a young man.

The Celebration of Mikee's Life and the condolences on this web site are a beautiful tribute; so many accomplishments, so many friends.  Your lives are forever changed, but may you find comfort knowing Mikee will always be remembered by those whose lives he touched. 

With deepest sympathy,

Linda Kuiper


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aunt dusty,uncle bob.I ache with sorrow it’s hard to convey my feelings into words. Your passion, love understanding, drive, and unwavering support as parents is unsurpassed. You both are the reason so many people cherish mikee. He had so many traits instilled in him. Kindness, sense of adventure, willingness to try anything to make others happy, and love. were the most prominent. I remember, when he was 4 or 5 aunt dusty you dropped him off at our house to spend the first hole week of many away from mom and dad. He cried and cried. He wanted to know were his mommy went. It took a long time. I finally got him to calm down by showing him how to play a fishing game on Nintendo. Mikee asked me a couple months ago if I remember that time when I showed him how to play a fishing game when he was little. I started laughing and said I shore do. He said, you don’t realize how much that meant to me. I looked up to you. Uncle bob sometimes such a small event can have a large impacted. That’s how mikee could have such a positive impression on so many people in such a short amount of time. I look up to mikee I see him as a brother. I’m so proud of what he has accomplished. I feel so blessed to have  a family like we have! Aunt dusty and uncle bob you guys have always looked out for the family and friends around you, always going that extra mile. Mikee was the same way extraordinary. Many experiences me, and my brothers have had with mikee were only possible because of your loving kindness. I am struggling with mikees passing and with the pain I know your going through. I love you guys so much.  I am looking for ward to seeing the people that meant the most to mikee at his celebration of life.       Ps. Pray pray everyday.     

Joshua pirner       


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Dusti:
Needless to say I was shocked to hear of the premature passing of Mikee.  Words seem woefully inadequate to express my condolence for the magnitude of your loss. I only had the pleasure of meeting him once, but as a parent I can only guess about what you must be feeling.  Time will ease your pain and after awhile you will be left with only beautiful memories. We cannot fathom why these things happen, we can only pray.  My prayer for you today is that God will fold you and your husband in his arms and will carry you through this trying time.  You may not be able to see it now, but there will be a silver lining and something good will come from this! You are a beautiful person and I know you and your husband will emerge from this stronger and fortified to move to your higher good.
Love and blessings
Theresa Donaldson


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Mike, you were so helpful and such a great person. I'm sorry we didn't get to know each other better.

Amy Windsor


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Dear Mike,
Though we only knew each other for a short period of time, I feel truly blessed to have met you and spent the time with you that I did.  You are an amazing person, and I was so happy that I met someone so awesome to hang out with.  I also couldn’t believe that we had so much in common- 23, just graduated college, business majors.  There aren’t many of us our age on this tiny island!   I will never forget that you are the person who taught me to play darts at the Hurricane, or taught us how to make those cool drinks you learned at bartending school.  I only wish that our time together wasn’t so short, and we could have had many more memories.  I will never forget you Mike, and I know that you are watching down on us.

Courtney Wright

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Dusti and Bob,

I think it has taken me so long to write about Mike because I can’t believe he's gone.  As I’ve been thinking about him I keep remembering what I'm sure you both know—how wonderful of a person Mike was, and how everyone who met him was moved by his consistently positive attitude and upbeat approach to life.

Personally, I will never forget how Mike (and the entire Jones family) helped me get through one of my hardest periods.  I had trouble adjusting to life at school early on, but Mike was always there to get me to go out and enjoy life.  From our attempts at writing music and jamming in the room, to the hot sauce and slip and slide pranks we pulled on our hall, to the trips we took together to Florida, California, Vermont, and elsewhere, to the shows we went to and more, Mike was always encouraging me to live life to the fullest.  I’ll always remember Mike for this (and the many, many stories that living with him gave me), and I will always be glad to have had him in my life.

Neil Kelly


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I only met you a few times while you were in and unfortunately close to on your way out of town. I felt a connection between us when we spoke to each other. Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda...but I wish we actually got the chance to chill. I first herd you play on a demo cd you gave me last year and became interested in you and your bands music. It's so down to earth yet heavenly. Your guitar playing is spiritual and gives me chills (Tone Of Darkness). Do Da is pretty sick too. Your death makes me mad because the friendship and music we have is all that we can have. The good die young and the old just fade away eventually. It was only a couple weeks ago that I saw you and then you were gone. I'll remember you though. Atleast once a week. P.S. I'll keep that pool clean, for MoM. peace brother, one<3

Joe Pool


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Dear Dusti and Bob- Early this morning I was catching up on reading the newspaper on-line and was greatly saddened to see your son's, Michael, obituary. What an accomplished and talented young man. Although I never met him, I know how much you loved and cherished him.
We are so sorry for your loss. Please know that Fred and I will keeping you in our thoughts and prayers during this very difficult time.
Sincerely,

Diane Chaplin-Colvard and Fred Colvard


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The Friends of Northeastern University Rugby send our deepest condolences on the loss of a fellow rugger.  Those of us who played with him will always remember his easy going nature, great humor and the surprise burst of power in his tackle. Mike, whose better know rugby name was "Silent Bob" will be dearly missed and a true Maddog forever.  

Friends Of Northeastern University Rugby


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It's hard for me to express how I feel about this recent event.  The small amount of Mike's life that I got to share was very special.  I'd say that he got to experience more in his short existence than most people do in a lifetime.  He was always in a great mood and was a total pleasure to be around.  His thirst for learning as much as possible about music continues to inspire me in my own endeavors.

I think the thing that most people overlook when remembering someone special is what makes them special at all.  Mike had a vibe about him that radiated to anyone that he came in contact with.  Having lost my own mother at the age of ten and my brother at twenty, I've put a lot of thought in to why some candles burn out so prematurely.  I truly believe the reason is that certain people have a heightened understanding of life and their meaning in this world.  These people seem to get wind of what's important earlier on than most.  Whether their aptitude is higher for picking up on things or they are just born with this knowledge, it's never been hard for me to spot this quality in a person.  I hope that my ability to pick up on these qualities in other people does not mean that my candle is also wearing thin.  Although, I do often imagine how amazing a place with people like Mike, my brother Joel and my mother might actually be.

It's people like Mike that make me want to continue the "good work" in whatever amount of time that I might actually have here in this existence.  Thanks for giving me the opportunity to say a few words about how Mike Jones has affected my life.  He will be sorely missed.

One last note... My band, Revolutionary Side Effects, will be releasing a new self-produced EP on April 3rd, 2009 in Los Angeles.  Mike was always a big fan of our music and I've decided to dedicate our release to him.  The show will be documented and the dedication will be posted on YouTube for all to see.  ;)

Michael Blumberg


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You should be very proud of what he has accomplished in his life. He was certainly an exceptional young man. His spirit will live in the people he has touched. Our thoughts and prayers are with you both during this most difficult period. 

Thomas and Luba Patitucci


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Like many of Mike’s friends I have talked to, I have been battling with myself to find the courage to sit down and write my thoughts and memories of him. The difficulty isn’t in the content – hundreds of memories that make me smile to remember them – but in the simple act of opening the word document and continuing to write. As long as the document is closed, Mike is still in Florida with Dusti and Dr. Bob. Still getting ready for Austin. Still working on Lucid and a seemingly endless list of other projects. Still a phone call away.  Still a university vacation trip away.
 
      When I have the documents open, writing the stories for a memorial book that, no matter how much we write, will never fully reveal how full his life was, the pressure begin gathering. I try to ignore it, focus on writing, but it’s constantly pushing on my consciousness. The pressure carries the truth that no matter how hard I try to ignore reality – a fundamental piece of me is now gone.

      Recognizing that almost makes it easier, because in that feeling of loss I can truly realize just how important Mike was, and is, in my life. Mike was a constant in my life. Of course I can recall the most salient events, hills on the plains of memory. Skiing, with us slipping and falling and laughing down the beginner’s slope. Parties, where we would go upstairs to play video games just to get away from all the old people. The wedding, where he served as my Best Man and managed to be the highlight of both the ceremony (with a duck call) and the reception (with a song). A graduation dinner where Lucid was born. His graduation, Europe, Austin, New Orleans, Marathon, New Year’s, lacrosse, lobster hunting, and so many more.

      Those are the events that make a friend into a best friend, but Mike was still more than that. When I think of all the subtleties of our relationship I realize we were truly brothers. We were fiercely loyal to each other, willing to defend each other vehemently in public even if we felt the other was wrong. We always wanted the other to succeed, even if we wanted ourselves to do just as good. We disagreed, sometimes frequently, even if we knew we always forgive, forget, and move on a few minutes later.

      The brotherly competition is, I think, the thing that shaped our bond the most. As we aged and matured we began to recognize the never-ending competition for what it was – a tacit admission that we each had clear strengths and weaknesses. It was in that revelation that we found our greatest strength – each other. From that moment we seemed unstoppable, creating a vision for a company that combined his passion for music with my passion for technology into a company that would fundamentally change the music industry by being honest, transparent, and empowering.

      Even as Mike and I balanced ourselves, we always knew where the foundation of our friendship was – in the constant love and support of Dusti and Dr. Bob. Mike and I could not have been brothers were it not for Dusti and Bob truly being my second set of parents. From Dusti we drew on a seemingly never-ending well of emotional support. From Dr. Bob we learned how to be responsible adults as he worked endlessly, under a stern yet paternally loving gaze, to teach us how to be safe and smart (and always have a backup… everything!) in all that we did.  Saying that we love Mike goes hand-in-hand with saying that we love Dusti and Bob. They played such a pivotal role not only in Mike’s life, but in all our lives, that friendship and love is inseparable between the three.

      Thus, in our friendship and love with Mike’s parents, relatives, and endless list of friends who loved him – our love of Mike lives strong. He has impacted my life with his compassion, talent, drive, loyalty, and love so deeply and so often that I cannot separate myself from him, even if one day I will accept that he’s really gone. Instead I will live like he is always with us, always there as a moral compass and a logical sounding board. It won’t be difficult to remember his influence, as everyone of us who was close to Mike has had their hearts and minds shaped around him. Mike lives on in all of us and whenever I need him I just need to close my eyes and I can picture him smiling in the pool or strumming his guitar – and I know, deep down, what the right thing to do is.

Eddie Centofante

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Mrs. Jones,

I’ve been thinking about Mike and you and how this must be the most difficult time for you.  

I remember that you and Mike came to see me once and that you were quite concerned about him.  After that, I saw a lot of Mike.  He would often blow through the office like a nervous tornado.  He seemed to be able to make the wind blow.  It was his energy and forward motion.  He leaned into the world with purpose and as if it were his, and he was in charge of whatever it was that he wanted to be in charge of.  

I remember him in senior seminar as almost manic about meeting his responsibilities, going way beyond the call of duty or the requirements of the class.  When he decided something needed to get done, it got done squared.  

It is sad to think that the world has lost someone who could have so definitely added to it.  Mike seemed to live his life like he had a feather in it, like he had a presence to maintain.  He had the potential of changing things simply because of he was indefatigable and would not take no for an answer.  He was stubborn about being right.  And he struggled with that a little, I think.  But he kept on going, almost pushing the world aside as he strode through it.

He was too young to die and it is a great loss that he took so much energy and determination with him.  I can only hope that someone was born at that moment who might someday grow up to be as committed to what they believe in as Mike was to what he believed in.  He didn’t believe half way.  He believe ALL the way.  His leadership and unique perspective will be missed.  

If it makes any difference, and I know it can’t mollify your loss, but it’s a loss for all of us, and for all those people who might have been affected by Mike and his work in the future.  The loss of Mike is not only a matter of losing what was but it is a matter of losing what could have been.  

I hope that you will console yourself with the knowledge that he lived his short life to the fullest even in the face of struggle.  You know better than anyone what it was for him to break out of the chrysalis of his imagination.  He was succeeding, and was in the process of making a life for himself out the results, a life that would have made things better for so many people.  

Please accept my condolences for your loss, and please forgive me for suggesting that your loss is also our loss, and, I think, the loss of the creative community that Mike so thoroughly inhabited and so eagerly embraced.  

John Snyder

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Debbie & Bob,

I am so sorry for your loss.  I didn’t have the chance to get to know Mikee as a young man but remember him as a young boy.  I visited you a couple of times in Chestertown during Jamie’s trips to DC and remember Mikee running around and playing with his friends.

What I remember most was the time he came with Jamie to the Dulles Hilton for a meeting one year.  The funniest thing I remember about that trip happened on the way to the hotel.  Jamie gave Mikee the money for the toll and told him to hold on to it.  Of course, when it came time to pay the toll the money flew out of Mikee’s hands and disappeared somewhere in the car.  I still laugh every time I think of that—it’s happened to me so many times, I finally got the Smart Pass. 

My nephew David got a chance to meet Mikee that week.  We all went to the Shakey’s Pizza buffet in Annandale and he really enjoyed that!  (I did too--so did Jamie)  I’m not sure what he enjoyed most, the Pizza or the Arcade but I think we went a second time before they headed back home.  (Jamie makes me go there every time he’s in DC)  My memory is not as good as it used to be but that time with Mikee sticks out—he really was special.

Jamie kept me informed about Mikee growing up and becoming a man.  I don’t think Jamie knew how talented Mikee was until just recently when he got the chance to hear Mikee jam with another musician down at Burdines.  I wish I was there.  The music on the site is incredible.

My heart fell when Rita told me that Mikee called me Uncle Catfish.  To me, that is the greatest compliment I will ever receive.

The Memorial Site is awesome and really tells the story of what a wonderful person Mikee was and what wonderful parents you both are.

Glen Rother

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Bob & Dusti,
I have thought long and hard to come up with something 'meaningful and heartfelt' yet trying to remain 'positive and upbeat.'  I have given up on that.

I just want to say that I remember the time when we were giving birth to the Company I remember picking Mikee up from DayCare.  I remember him staying over my house.  I remember Mikee and Bob practicing Lacrosse for hours. I remember how he loved being on the water and eating crabs. I remember as he grew up he developed his own unique understanding on life, the universe, and his core principals.  I never saw him ever be mean or hurtful to anyone.  He was always polite and kind.  He gave much more than he ever took.

But most of all he was 'the music' in the lives of everyone he touched.  And boy could he play that guitar! There are no words to express the sadness I feel for you both.  All I can say is that if there is anything I can ever do for either of you, all you have to do is ask.

I will never forget Mikee.

Ralph Wolf


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Dusti and Bob, Please accept my heartfelt sympathy. I remember taking all three of you to the airport. Mikee always made a point of talking to me about work, my family and thanking me for "the ride". He was handsome, outgoing, self confident and polite. You'll be in my prayers.
Regards,


Patti Snow


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Dear Dusti and Bob,

Over these past few years, I have felt that I have shared one of the most important things in my life with you... my son, Rod Boden.

He became a brother to Mikee and I know that he found in your acceptance, love and generosity toward him a solace that he treasured and always will, as he navigated upheaval in his own life.

His love and devotion to Mikee has allowed him to grow and mature and the sadness he shares with you at losing Mikee so soon, he will carry in his heart as he freefalls out of the sky on his own journey.

My heart is heavy for you and for Rod that the joy Mikee brought to all, now exists in memories.  My personal loss is that I did not take the chance to experience him more.

With appreciation for all that you have brought into my son's life and respect for all that you must be going through.  I wish that my tears could lessen the sadness.

With love,
Biz Carey...Rod's Mom


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Mike and i went to pennington school. He will be missed. We had some good times in highschool from parties to whistler for the summer and which i was glad he came because we were both beginners an to Maryland for graduation party. He was the nicest person with not a mean bone in his body. He will be missed but never forgotten. 

Whitney Stoneking


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My dear Cousin Mike,

I love you kid.  I will always be thinking of you and remembering you.  Our Thanksgivings’ and Christmas’s in Weston, FL and your summer visits to LA.  You are an amazing guy and I am saddened you have left us so prematurely.  I loved hearing your amazing stories of your travels and experiences.  Your passion for music and for doing great things for others without thinking of yourself.  You are a genuine great person.  I know you will be looking down on all of us, and watching over your parents and your friends.  I hope if your run into Aunt Joan and Cousin Joel you three will spend allot of time together.  They both loved you and your parents very very much.

All of the Blumberg’s prayers are with you Mike and your family and friends.  I hope that one day you and I will meet again and share a laugh and a hug at a live music venue.  Be well in heaven and be thankful that you left many many people behind who will miss you always and be here for your parents when in need.

My Aunt Dusty and Uncle Bob, I love you.  I am very saddened by this and sad for your loss and ours.  Your love and friendship ahs been unconditional to me and our family.  You have gone the extra mile whenever possible to help my brother and I grow into adults.  I hope to continue to see you and you are in my heart every single day.  Please be strong, and try to remember that you will see our boy again soon.  For now, he would want you to be happy when you are ready.

Please give love to Mikee’s friends as they have all clearly expressed their love for him and you.  Please do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything.  I love you both and you are with in my thoughts me and in my prayers. 

Eric Blumberg


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Dear Mike,
Although your time with us was short, you made life better when you were with us.
La Rouchefoucauld once said, "Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily".  As time goes by, and we recover from the shock of your untimely demise, we will remember your warm and friendly manner, the way you loved your music, and the joy you brought to family and friends.
I always felt more like an uncle to you than just an older friend.  I`ve known you since you were born, have enjoyed watching you grow up, and still remember trips with you on the back of my waverunner, speeding on the Chester River. I find it hard to believe you are no longer with us, but by thinking of your smile and times we spent on the water, I will always have memories that made my life better and more enjoyable.
Rock on, Mike.
Love,
Uncle Larry 

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Uncle Bob & Aunt Dusti

This can’t be happening…What can I say…I miss him very much Mike with an “e” At each family get together growing up we would compare our hair. Whose was longer this time! except when he was at Pennington and he had to have it short then he hated it when I ‘d teased him, but he got me back for years now his was longer or it was about the same.

Whatever/whenever I heard or thought about Mikee the first thing that always popped into my head was its going to be fun. Energy Field is such an appropriate name for Mikee and the band because he truly had energy about him and it surrounded him. It always drew people towards him with his so cool, fun loving, laid back, politeness; the kind of guy that would be serious (even though he didn’t like to be) when he knew it was time.

OOOHHH the summers when Shannon and I had THE BOYS (as we would call them). Mikee Josh Brian Chris & little Marc. Mikee with his cheese fries and mayo on everything, bouncing from one ride to the next at Six Flags, we were young and kept up with them and had a true blast.

I’m going to miss: eating lobster rubins with him (Which I though was going to taste disgusting) and he laughed at me and smiled and said to just try it. Of course I loved it.
I’m going to miss: hanging out at the pool, his shirt collection of the season, Banana Bay, Key West, but most of all the Jams and family reunions with his smile and last but not least the way he played and hung out with Sabrina and always made her smile….I will see you some day Mike with an “e” Love Ya

Aunt/Cousin JJ and Sabrina

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Dear Dusti,
I sent a card to the PSI Chestertown Office on Talbot Blvd. but it was returned so I am assuming that it is not a PSI office anymore. I want to say how sorry I am to hear about your son Mikee. As a Mother, I know that you and your husband Bob are filled with sorrow and I am feeling vey sad that you had Mikee for such a short time. I am also glad you have wonderful memories and can hold on to them and be grateful for the years he was with you. Because of these memories, some part of him will always be yours. I remember him as a little chubby boy at one of the Company picnics and he and Dr. Wolf's son were playing host to the other kids. My grandson was with us and he was a little older than Mikee. Mikee informed Jimmy his Mother owned this company and she was boss! He was very proud to be your son. Years later, he came with Will to visit our office in Wilmington and he looked so grown up and handsome and I could hardly believe he had changed so much and so much time had passed. He was still proud he was your son. We were proud, too, to be associated with you. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

Claudia Riley, Crisfield, Md.


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Uncle Bob and Aunt Dusti,

I'm so glad to be down in Florida with you. (I'm always glad to be down at your house in Florida... whether or not you're there!) I know you are going through a hard time and I think you appreciate my ability to keep things together during rough times and pick up after the mess. (Which, as you know, I've had to do before in life multiple times.)

Anyway, "Don't worry Aunt Dusti, I will pick the Marachino cherries OFF THE FLOOR, and I will take the clove of GARLIC out of the PEAR CAKE pan, and I will READ OVER YOUR SHOULDER to stop you from insulting your friends as you mispell their names on Facebook! I will pick up the MISSING INGREDIENTS for the salad. I will IGNORE when you tell me the same funny story. I will LAUGH WITH YOU when we think of another Mikee moment... I WILL BE HERE WHEN YOU NEED ME."

I hope you know that. Every one of us fulfills different roles in each other's lives. This memorial is recognizant of that. My role right now is to be the daughter you never had... go shopping, make you laugh, talk about skin care... and generally follow you around with a dust pan to pick up after your mess. However, we all know circumstance and we all agree: You deserve to have someone else pick up the mess (in addition to Uncle Bob, who is forever cleaning!)

Love you and Uncle Bob  :)  Love Mike too  (and I do believe he knows that!)  

Kera (Mike's Cousin, Dusti's Niece)


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Kera and Dusti 

Professor George Howard gave a memorial shout-out to Mike on his live stream last night at:

http://www.artistshousemusic.org/live

Thanks George for acknowledging Mike's talent and the fond memories!


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Dusti & Bob,

I just wanted to say how grateful I feel to have been part of Mikee's circle of friends and family.  His presence always brought great music and laughter to every gathering and I consider myself blessed to have experienced Mikee's talent for both.  My heart aches for you both and I offer whatever I can to help during this difficult time.  Please know my love and the love of my family is with you now and whenever you need.

Love,
Amy, CC, Destin and Cole

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Though I didn't know Mikee as well as others; I did get the opportunity to spend time with him here and there. It didn't take long to realize his love and open mindedness to various styles of music. He was also very giving and trusting. I had his digereedoo for a long time and he never said a thing. When I returned it; He asked if I needed it longer. His personality was open and accepting. When we did spend time it was like you've known him for a long time even though you haven't. That was because he didn't exclude you in any activity. We had music in common. I would have liked to get to know him a little better especially musically. I'm no expert but I do know what sounds good. Mikee had a good sound and I think he was on his way to becoming a very accomplished guitarist. I recall Will allowing me to listening to a piece of music he laid down on a track. I told Will that he sounded good. I then asked who was playing with him. Will said there wasn't another player and it wasn't two separate tracks. It was one player who sounded like two players playing at one time. I had never heard anything like it. I think it wouldn't have been long before someone took notice. Energy Field had a diamond in the rough that was starting to glisten. There are a lot of people missing Mikee right now because of the relationship they had with him. I feel I have missed an opportunity. Rest in peace little brother.

My deepest sympathy and heart felt prayers go out to you Bob and Dusti. When people pass on they always leave a legacy. When I think of your son and how loved music and attending concerts. I can't help but think that he would want those closest to him to enjoy what they love to do the fullest. Lay obstacles aside and go for it with the passion that is within you. And when it's over; you can look back at life and say "I had the joy of enjoying the things I loved to do." Take all the time you need to grieve and then "ENJOY" for Mikee. I think he would like that.   

Friendoll Tucker, Jr.


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Dearest Dusti & Bob:
This a parents' worst nightmares come true! Nothing in life compares to the loss of a child at any age, at any time, for whatever reason. There is no reason, it is just so. I wouldn't wish losing a child on my worst enemy, because as you both well know, I have suffered this horrible fate,too!
The best thing is remembering, remember everything, share everything about Mike with everyone. Let us know the things we didn't know, the little wonderful things that we might have missed. He was such a charming young man and gave so much to so many. He will be greatly missed on this earth but I know that he is now with my Joel looking down on us with smiles. Joel has a friend with him. I am sorry that you had to lose Mike in order for Joel to have a friend. Just know that Mike is not alone.
And know that as far away as we may be, in my heart, I am right next to you. Love you both and you know we really loved Mike. I loved getting to see him play his sports, ride his jetski, and grow up to be a wonderful, caring, giving young man. It is a great loss.......

Sharon & Larry Blumberg


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Mike,

It has taken me a long time to sit down and think about what to write to you. As you are already aware, I have been taking to you non stop! I have been trying to remember all these good memories, but for the last two weeks, the pain has been too much to sit and write to you. I myself am going to do what Chris has done, This will be more then a one part writting :). I know you loved life so much and wanted at all times to make your friends and family happy. So I do hope that you are reading these comments from heaven and realize how much of an impact you have made on not only my life, but the lives of so many others, even total strangers!

I can still remember when we were setup to meet each other. I must say I was a little upset when I got the call that I was going to be having a "Summer Intern", and it was the owner of the companies son! I remember telling Terry, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH THIS BOY!! I came to terms with it, and came to Chestertown to pick you up. Man I remember the first thing you ever said to me. "Hi my name is Mike, and if I look a little out of it, it is because I was up all night partying." I remember smiling and saying to myself, hey this kido's not so bad! That first day we bonded on so much, I remember you saw my rearview mirror you were mezmorized by the Dream Catcher, along with about 20 Crystal's hanging from various ropes, chains, and metal fixtures. I think right then we made a friendship that would last forever! Most of my friend made fun of me for all the Crystals, but I had found someone who understood the Universe as I did. A brother that I never had. I remember were so tired that first day, but promised to be wide awake the following day, and as you promised, you were wide awake and ready to go!

As that summer went on, I rememeber how you really enjoyed music, it was your passion, and when I showed you the book of lyrics that I had written (over 50 songs strong), we talked of starting a band together. I remember telling you the name I was going to use, Energy Field, Your eyes lit up! It was perfect for us! The world is Energy, and we talked about how my lyrics were all positive in nature, all uplifting in spirit. We went to Accent music, I remember the songs from Incubus was out on the radio, and with a couple minutes of tooling around with the guitars, I figured out the chord progression. I can just remember how you were looking at the guitars. You had one at your house that you hadn't played at this point. Then we talked to Dusti, and she got you lessons with some of the best guitar teachers around! Three months later, you were playing the guitar better then me, and coming up with songs that fit my lyrics perfectly. We had this knack of knowing where each of us was going to go with a song. We started with the song Chemical's, We sat in my garage, you came up with that great Am to Em progression and the words just flowed out of me. We were right on the same page! I have never and will never find another person here on earth that I could sit down with and write songs and be right together with where we were going. Your free spirit and just natural talent gave me so much inspiration, I ended up tucking away most of my lyrics, and came up with new ones to fit your amazing songs!

Our first two shows were great! I can remember us only knowing about 10 songs, and Kate from WMUC heard our music on Myspace and wanted to book us for a radio gig! It was so exciting, here we were, two months into a band, with little practice, and our first show was going to be on the RADIO! It was great! Of course we had our kinks, but the show turned out great, I can remember Dusti and Charlene calling into the show requesting their favorate songs! They all laughed at us, but we were both mama's boys! We begged our mom's to call into that show! I can remember hanging out at Kate's apartment with You, Chris, and Nate, and just in awe that we were going to be playing on a radio station! I cherish those momentst hat we had. Our first LIVE show where we played was during our trip to the Florida keys. I can remember Nate and I driving down the whole way. We still knew only about 10-15 songs, But that wasnt going to stop us from putting on a show! We ended up playing at the "Angus Bangus" Bar. I will never forget that show. It was 200 degress, we were all sweating, the Air Conditioner wasnt working, BUT with all that, it was our first live gig, and we were so happy and so entergetic! I can remember Dusti getting on stage and playing the tamborine with us! It was such a great trip! The pictures from the shows are great! We are all drenched in sweat! Even though we only had 2 sets, we played them both twice! Nobody cared! It was my first taste of music, and playing live. I am so glad that I was able to spend that moment with you!

I am so thankful that you have left me with unfinished music that I can still sit and listen to you and come up with lyrics. You have shapped my music and attitude towards life in so many ways. I am so thankful that you were one my best friends.

More to come..

Love you! Love Bob! Love Dusti!

Will Farrar

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Jamming Part 1

My favorite activity for Mike and I to take part in was jamming. Mike on his Taylor and myself with the Martin! These instruments allowed us to entertain ourselves and others which was my passion in life but was Mikee’s meaning in life. He was truly meant for, that MUSIC!  When we’re playing together improvising each jam session being wonderful and unique in its own way,  a lot of what we play could sound strange, rough, out there, and occasionally mystical and magical. While digging through those rough jams often hours long at a time. When all of the sudden something as small as a change in rhythm or the cords and we are starting to get 'there', both of our eyes shut swaying to the music we start to mesh and then comes that magical moment and indescribable ecstasy. If only for a few seconds or minutes it makes all of the effort worthwhile. This Moment a spiritual connection bonds Mikee and I in a way I thought not possible. My Love for you is higher than that of a best friend, cousin, or even a brother. Every time I pick it up I miss you….and whenever I play your songs I can feel your life force coming out with every strum. I will continue to look for that moment only without you at my side but in my heart. Your teachings, styles and manners will continue to shape my hunt for that moment as well as my spirit in this precious time we have been given here. 

Chris Pirner


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Dear Dusti,
I just wanted to send you my love and support. You have been in my thoughts every day. It is hard to know what to write or say in a time like this. I feel like there is nothing that I can say, but I want you to know that I am here. I am so deeply saddened and sorry that you and your husband are going through this. I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to know such a beautiful, kind and caring soul. I will be home this weekend if you are in town, and I will absolutely be there for the memorial service on the 28th. If I can help with anything in any way please let me know.

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Bob and Dusti,
Your son will not be forgotten by the people he touched.  I last saw Mikee at Melanie's in the Fall when Mike and Luba were visiting.  I remember how polite and caring he was that evening.  He gave his time and energy to play music for everyone.  I had the same impression of his unselfishness when I saw him while in Wisconsin at Tim's wedding.
Mikee walked to the beat of his own drum, an admirable trait, that included showing respect and kindness to others.  I always saw both of you in him, Bob's calm confidence and Dusti's fiery spirit.   I know you are thankful for the years you had with him and will cherish the memories.

Love and peace to you both,

Larry, Jenny, Jess and Drew Crum 


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Though we only had the one class together, I especially remember MIke because we did an elaborate procedure together to keep him organized on exams, and cognizant of time elapsed.  I gave him exams separate from the class to help him focus and reduce pressure, with a longer time period.  He always laughed when i told him he was the only student I had ever met who could write three pages on a yes/no question.

I know everyone tells you this, and I truly hurt at the thought of his passing, but even his short life made the world better, because he had already brought such happiness to so many people.

In my own small way, I was one of those people.

My best wishes --
Jim Gabour

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Bob & Dusti,
My thoughts and prayers are with you.  No one would like to lose a child. 
I remember that Mikee and my daughter, Kristen, were only 3 years old when I first started working for Psychotherapeutic Services.  I would work periodically in your home office.  During those times, Mikee would be around the house.  He was such a sweet 'little man' even at a young age.  He was so well behaved.  All of you made me feel welcome in your home. Thank you. Another special memory was during Dusti's 50th birthday party.  Mike came over to talk to me.  He really listened and was very interesting.  Mike made me feel that carrying on a conversation with me was as important as talking to the President of the United States.  He showed such poise, respect, and maturity for one so young.
God bless you both.  May your precious memories and availability of caring friends comfort you at this time.

Wanda Spiering


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Dusti,

I am deeply sorry for your loss. Michael was such a wonderful person, i feel very lucky to have known him, privileged.

I basically met Mike right after we came back to Loyola after Katrina. I was suite mates with caitlyn the last couple years after the storm and dated terry those years as well. Mike called me Lo or Lolita. I met you a couple times but it was always in passing at Cabra. I have so many fond memories of mike jones. He made a delicious corn beef and just really had a lust and love for life and people. It was so great to come home from a terrible daay of school and have mike jones brightly greet you with a hug as he headed out with his guitar. I can't tell you how much of an effect he has had on my outlook on life. I am so grateful to him. I have stories to share but there is plenty of time for tha. I do want to tell you everything about the memorial. 

We had it the Friday before the Loyola students let out for their mardi gras break. It took place at 12:30p.m. The memorial was held in the palm court around the Loyola seal in front of the music building. There were two tables set up. On one table there was a colorful tapestry with a single purple orchid standing tall in the middle. There were two framed pictures of mike on each end of the table. The first picture used was the one with his guitar and american flag. The other was the one where he is sitting on the steps.


Behind this table was where the speakers stood when talking about mike.  The other table had a purple bluish tapestry from the mushroom that is pretty identical to the tapestry mike had hanging in his bedroom at his cherokee/freret house.  Here the guests could sign the tapestry for mike. We will be sending that to you later. We gave it to university ministry to hold if there were more students who could not make the memorial could sign it.
I got these nice colorful glass bead necklaces that used to be the mardi gras throws in the 70's  and we gave them out to the guests at the memorial.


I would love to send you some extras i have if you send me your mailing address. The memorial started with Kurt introducing everyone to who mike jones was and a very spiritual prayer. Then Terry spoke about Mike Jones.It was touching. I then read a selection and since we did not think scripture would be appropriate we decided on reading something different.  After emailing a bit with Will Farrar we went with a small excerpt from trucking by the grateful dead, i read this

Truckin' like the doodah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay them down"
You're sick of hanging around,you'd like to travel Get tired of travelling you want to settle down I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying Get out of the door, light out and look all around

Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been

Truckin' I'm a going home
 back where I belong
sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
Hey now get back truckin home.

Then we played Destiny's Fading by Energy Field. After that Hunter spoke and it was again a very good. Then a Loyola pries, Father Jim gave us all a Native American prayer to read that goes as follows.

Great Spirit, God, Creator of All
I welcome You into my heart, mind,body and soul There is always room for You here.
Grant me this wisom to heed my inner voice.
And the strength to stay grounded while I sing my sacred song.
Guide me down my chosen path and give me the courage to pursue what is available to me I am thankful for the lessons and grateful for my struggles I have not forgotton what has brought me to where i am today open my heart to the healing wholeness of nature we are all related, and through this i will find serenity great spirit, god, creator of all cleanse my spirit and wash my soul there is always room for you here.
-laurel singing watercat

Then we played mike's Jazzman. Everyone was then invited to share stories. Many students from Cabra shared warm stories about mike and then everyone was invited to hang around and keep talking about mike which many did while a loyola music professor played his guitar in honor of mike's memory.  I am not sure if anyone got any pictures but i sent an email around to find some.


i send you all my love and will be in touch again soon.

Jess aka lo


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Hi Mrs. Jones,

I attended Pennington with Mike and although we didn't know each other too well, Mike was a great guy. Very funny and pleasant to be around! I am very sorry for your loss and please know that we are keeping your family in our prayers!

Lots of love,

Shermeen

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Hi Mrs. Jones.

I'm very sorry to hear about Mike. I went to Pennington with him. He was one of the nicest people I've met in my life. I believe that God needed him more than we need him.
Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you or your family.

Sincerely,

Juri Ko


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I'm glad to hear that u are feeling better. I don't really know what to say and what not to say but from the deepest of my heart I really wish i could help you to feel better completely. I miss him a lot and i can imagine how much u miss him. He'll stay in our hearts and God will take good care of him. Please don't hesitate to contact me anytime. I'll be always here for u
I'm so sorry, my thoughts and prayers for you.

I'm hoping we can come to visit this weekend. I talked to Danielle today and she's supposed to let me know tomorrow or the next day.

Pam

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Mrs. Jones, Jay Crutti from Loyola here. I was one of Mike's instructors in recording studio and audio production. First let me offer you my condolences about Mike's passing. I among our faculty members I had one of best friendships with him and I am genuinely sad to hear of his untimely passing.

Sadly I was not able to attend the ad-hoc memorial held in the palm court but I do want to do something special in his memory. I have a series of recordings that he not only performed on but also recorded himself as part of my class and I am going to re-master/mix those recordings and present them to you. Also I am going to propose that we rename our recording studio in his memory. Mike was not the best student I ever had but his optimism and love of music and recording definitely made an impression on me and I think it is fitting that we recognize him for the great enthusiasm he showed while he was here. I have to get the approval from our faculty and administrators here but I am certain they will allow us to honor his memory in this way.

So I will be in contact shortly to get you those recordings and I will keep you abreast of my progress in the memorial renaming.

Thank you and God bless,
Jay Crutti

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My daughter was a good friend of Mike’s at Northeastern and, although I met him only twice, I have countless memories of Mike from the many stories Jaime shared with us about the fun they had together.

From reading the postings here it is clear what an incredible impact Mike had on all those who knew and loved him. I am reminded of the saying, “It takes a village to raise a child”, but I think in Mike’s case it may be more appropriate to say that “it takes a special child to raise a village”. Everyone here has expressed such love and complete appreciation for having in him in their lives, there is no greater legacy anyone can leave. Mike’s “village” will live on in all of the lives he touched.

Susan Greene


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Dusti and Bob,
When we heard about Mikee's death we were stunned. We can't begin to know what you both are going thru and our hearts ache for you both. We remember Halloween's when you Dusti would bring Mikee to our house for Trick or Treat and he was so excited to get to the next house so he could get home to see what was in his bag. You both gave him so much love and attention, as much as any parents could give their child. He was taken much to soon from this world but left wonderful memories for the two of you and his friends. He touched many lives and will truly be miss.
Love to you both and our prayers are with you.


Lanny and Sandy McClary


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Bob & Dusti,
I am Rita's sister, Diane.  My husband (Ron), myself, and Rita & Jamie's nieces (Jackie, Taylor & Morgan) would like to extend our heartfelt sympathy.  While we didn't personally get to meet Mikee, we heard many great stories from Rita & Jamie.  I know you will miss him dearly but please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.  I look forward to meeting you soon.


Diane Bornhorst

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Mikee,

I have so many happy memories of times we shared while you were growing up.  You and your Mom and Dad came to Florida from Maryland on a regular basis, and I was so lucky to spend plenty of one-on-one time with you and your family.  I have always thought of you as a very special person.  You had a fun-loving way about you and were friendly and easy to get along with.  Even at an early age, you made friends easily.  I remember when you were around four-years-old and were staying at my house in Bonaventure.  The rule was you could play in the yard but were not allowed to cross the street.  One day, you noticed a little girl across the street digging in the dirt with a spoon.  You crossed the street to assist the little girl in her all-important digging project.  (You weren’t supposed to cross the street, Dude!!)   But, by doing so, you met your lifelong, best friend, Danielle.  What’s that old saying about rules???  Then a couple of years later, you crossed the street again, and presto . . . there came Crystal!!  What was up with you and all those “girly girls”?  You really had it goin’ on, didn’t you?


  I remember some of the things you liked and then, some of the things you didn’t like so much.  When you about three, my dog, Woody the Dalmatian, used to knock you down and lick you clean (didn’t like).  The dog loved you, but you thought he was attacking because he was bigger than you!  Bourbon Chicken at the Cajun place in the Sawgrass Mall was your favorite (loved it).  I thought we were going to live there.  Poking your belly relentlessly like The Pillsbury Dough Boy (hated it).  All these years, I thought you liked it, but found out recently that you hated it!  Sorry about that, my bad!!  The Filet Mignons with honey and soy sauce that you had to have every time you visited (loved it).  Roller blading around Markham Park and forcing you to go around the entire park (this could go either way).  I remember when you were about nine, we spent a weekend together in Washington, D.C.  I was traveling for business and had a really nice room at the Hyatt.  You slept on the floor the whole weekend because the room had a king-size bed and you said, “Uncle Jamie, Men don’t sleep together.”  Even though you were tired from not sleeping well on the floor, we had a great weekend touring D.C. with Uncle Catfish.  I was so lucky to spend many Christmas and Thanksgivings with you.  My God, did you guys like Florida!!  I loved having you stay at my house every time you came to visit.  As you got older, we were able to share numerous Miami Dolphin tailgate parties together.  You sure did win over my friends!  They loved you!!  One Thanksgiving, we deep fried a turkey together (that is until you disappeared and left me hanging).  Of course, I seem to remember a story that your Dad told me about a fire breaking-out when you previously tried to fry a turkey – so maybe it’s a good thing that you left.  We co-owned a boat together and just last Christmas, got a GPS from your parents, as they were worried that we may get lost one day and end up in Cuba.  (By the way, I know you didn’t refill the gas tank the last time you used the boat!)  I will miss you, Mikee.


Now I want to share my favorite Mikee memory.  He was five- years- old and the family was visiting me in Florida.  We went to the Hollywood Greyhound Track one Friday night.  I grabbed Mikee by the hand before one of the races and said, “Let’s bet on this race, Mikee.”  We went down to watch the dogs parade before the race, and I asked Mikee which dog he wanted to bet on.  Like most five-year-olds, he was completely indecisive about choosing a dog.  I told him that we would bet on Number 3.  Mikee was like, “Ya Ya Number 3, Number 3!!”  I placed money on Number 3 and we went back to our seats to watch the race.  Sure enough, Number 3 won!!  Mikee was so excited!!  I grabbed his hand and took him to the cashier.  I was totally psyched that I was going to be able to give my nephew the winnings!  We gave our ticket to the cashier and were handed back around $7.00.  I turned to give the money to Mikee, and he looked at me with big sad eyes and said, “Uncle Jamie, Don’t we get the dog?”  That was so cute!! 


I am going to write these final words, so they will be easy for you to read Mikee:   I EVOL UOY DNA LLIW REVEN TEGROF UOY!!  ECAEP TUO!!

Love,  Uncle Jamie


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Hi Dusti-
I'm not sure if you remember me but I have been to your house in MD and while at Pennington Mike used to sign out to my house on the weekends a lot. While Mike's time with us was short, be assured that Mike had a PROFOUND impact on everyone he met. He was larger then life. When me and Chris Utterback were reminiscing about Mike the other day, I was saying how it was impossible to be in a bad mood whenever he was around. Mike's passion for life rubbed off on everyone he came across. If you ask anyone to recount an experiance that they had with Mike, I would bet the house that the first thing you would see on their face would be a mile wide smile. His impact was great and his legacy indelible. I'm so sorry for you and Mr. Jones' loss.

Tearfully,
Will McPhaden

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Dear Dusti,
I am so very sorry for your loss I just heard yesterday. I can only say that such a beautiful human being will be missed more then ever. Mikee was the sweetest guy I have ever met and I will never forget all the fun we would have getting into trouble at my house after lacrosse games. I will never forget when he called my house and my mom answered the phone and mike say's "is Beefcake home" I heard my mom in the distance "whats a beefcake?" from then on out he called my mother Mrs Beefcake and to this day I still call her that! Mikee always had such a great ear for music always turning me on to phenomenal music. Myself and Mrs Beefcake will truly miss such a wonderful person. I would love to keep in touch with your family and let you know there is ever anything I can do.
Best wishes


Stephen King


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I saw the photo of your beautiful son and was drawn to read his memorial website....please accept the condolences of a stranger who could just sense the essence of this young man...thru the loving tributes that validate his full life.may he forever be at peace and may you be comforted by his undying energy........

Respectfully,

Bonnie Orman Silverberg


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Mikee was one of the kindest, mildest and most easy-going souls I have ever met in my life.  While being several years older than my daughter (his cousin), Mikee always made time for her when the family got together.  I WILL tell him one day how much I deeply appreciated and loved him for that.  He gave Kyleen 'pep' talks about how to keep working hard through some of the difficult things she was dealing with in school. He became her real life hero.  Both of them being an "only child" gave them a very special bond.  She once told me the story of one family weekend together when the two of them slept past breakfast and everyone was gone when they woke up.  They both agreed they were starving and Mikee drove them to McDonalds to get cheeseburgers.  Kyleen took one bite and set the burger on her lap, looking at it with disgust.  Mikee found out that she didn't like the pickles on it so he gently reached over, took the burger apart, took the pickles off, ate them, reassembled the burger and looked at her and said "problem solved".

So, between that GORGEOUS hair, his mesmerizing guitar playing and 'pickle eating', it was hard not to love this beautiful young man!  He never failed to amaze me with his gentleness, intelligence, talent and his larger than life "coolness"! As his aunt, I am extremely grateful to have had him in my life!!!

Wendy Jones 

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I just heard the news about Mike's passing, and although I lost touch with Mike after I graduated from Pennington in 2002, a flood of memories just came back of him from those days and how wonderful of a person he was.  He was the kind of person who, just by being around him, the world seemed so much brighter.  He always seemed to have a smile on his face and was so good-natured.  It was a pleasure to know Mike, and I never forgot about him.  Most of the time I spent with mike was during the mornings at Pennington.  A bunch of us would have breakfast together every morning in the dining hall before classes, and he was normally there.  I would always look forward to seeing him; he would always cheer my mornings up if I was tired or didn't feel like going to class.  I am not surprised by how many wonderful things he achieved during his short lifetime.  I am just so sad to hear the news, and wish you and your family the very best during this hard time.  

Laura Bilodeau


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Mikee I'm going to miss you!  I just met you last summer, but loved hanging out with you and listening to you jam.  You were an awesome person and kept me laughing.  I'm going to miss hanging out on the hammock and in blue room white border.  You were such a nice guy, thanks for the good times.

Karen Oldham


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Dusti and Bob, I am not sure what I would do if my only son died. After finding out the news about Mikee, I was speechless. Having just suffered a loss of a close employee, the news just exacerbated the feelings of loss overall. Both losses were premature with little explanation to sooth those who knew them. I starred long, and hard at my only son, now 7, while he slept wondering if he will have the opportunities Mikee did to live life to its fullest, experience and do so many good things before leaving this world as Mikee. I sat next to him knowing I can only do my best to ensure this, but his time of passing will not be my decision. As a mother, my heart goes out to you and Bob. I send you my deepest condolences and prayers. Mikee is jewel and just like your dolphins will frolic in your wake, next to you, for many years to come.  

Irene Juarez

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I am so sorry to hear the news.  Your family mean a great deal to me. I was always honored to be invited to spend Easter or Thanksgiving with you at Jamie's house.  Spending those holidays with your family made those days special for this Maryland girl so far from home.  Mikee may never have known that he touched my life, but he did as did you all.

All my love,

Ruth Marlin


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Dusti,

Jamie informed me that Mikee's ashes arrived today via UPS.  I just want to reiterate to you and Bob how very sorry I am about Mikee's untimely death.  I feel terrible that you have to bear this burden, and my heart is aching for you.  Please know that Jamie and I are here for you both WHENEVER you may need us.  We will support you in any way we can.  Also, please remember that, although it seems that his ashes are all that is left,  Mikee's spirit will live on forever.  You can take solace in the fact that he accomplished many things in his short 23 years and that he is truly in a much better place.  You and Bob were the best parents that any child could ask for.  Mikee was extremely fortunate to be a part of your family.  He got to experience many things that most people never get to experience in a lifetime.  He loved you both very much, and that says it all.  I will continue to pray that you and Bob will get through this incredible period of grief and that time will ease, and eventually heal, your pain.  We love you both and look forward to seeing you on Friday.

Rita Rindler

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Mikee was a great and wonderful cousin especialy to me he went through a lot of the things that i'm going through like ADD/ADHD but he taugh me a lot of things and i felt so comfterbale around him.I have to many memories of im to type. But I do remember one that is comeing to my mind right now and it was one week while we were down at uncle Bob and aunt Dusti's house and i wasn't feeling good and all of the "grown ups" were upstairs talking and drinking and I was downstairs and then Mikee walked down the stairs and asked me if i was ok and i said i wasn't and he came down and sat next me and told me to sit on his lap and we sat there for about 2 hours then we played an awsome game of pool then went up stairs and swam the rest of the night. Mikee had made promises to me but never got around to some of them but I ccould care less about that right now. I just want uncle bob and aunt Dusti to know that i love them so much and that there are know words to explain how much we are going to miss him and how we all loved him and how his passing will affect us so much. i love you guys so much and i will see you aunt Dusti and uncle Bob on March 28, 2009. i love you Mikee so much and i will miss you. You were the best cousin. (don't worry chris,mark,josh,brian,and timmy you tie with him.

Kyleen Jones


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It is a tragedy when somebody with so much life leaves us at such a young age.  I can say with complete confidence that in 23 years Mikee wrestled more from life than most.
More importantly Mikee had this quality of accepting people for the sake of themselves. Aristotle noted that one of the highest forms of virtue was to accept something for the sake of itself. Mikee had a talent for that with people.  It is what made him such a wonderful human being. It is reason so many people care about him.
Mikee was a childhood friend, fellow lacrosse player and classmate. I will never forget his creative and gifted mind. It is uplifting to see how he channeled that creativity through music. Although over the years our lives took us in different directions, Mikee was one of the few friends I could reconnect with in an instant. A genuine person with no ulterior motives and unbending happiness, Mikee was an individual with rare qualities. Above and beyond everything else, he provided the gift of happiness to those around him.  I cannot begin to comprehend your pain and loss.

I send my deepest condolences and heartfelt sympathy.


Joe Aquilla


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Dear Dusti, We are sorry for the death of your son. Thank you for informing us about the website and this opportunity to know more about Mikee. He touched many people and made contributions far beyond his years.You are in our thoughts.

Brian Hepburn, MHA

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Dear Dusti,
I had no idea about Mike's passing. I am so sorry for you loss. Mike was always fun to be around and I have a lot of great memories of him from Pennington.

I'll never forget senor year when they moved mike to attack on Lacrosse. I was ridding the bench most of the season and Mike came off after we had switched lines. He was out of breath and I asked him how it was going out there. He said, "Is the game getting faster or am I just getting fatter?" To witch I said, "They have chicken tenders in the dinning hall tonight." And with a big smile and a sidewise glace Mike said, "Ooo chicken tenders!"

If there is anything I can ever do Dusti, please don't hesitate. Mike and your family were always kind to me and if there is anyway to repay that, I would be happy to. You, your family and Mike will be in my prayers.

Love
Chris DeRose

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We were friends at Loyola N.O.  I graduated in 07. 

I'm so sorry for your loss.  I will keep your family in my prayers.

Ryan Michael Aversano

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My family and I are so sorry for your loss and we are keeping you in our prayers.  

Carol Sawn

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Hi Mrs. Jones.

I am from Chestertown and I remember Mikee, but it was my older sister Blair who was really friends with him.  I remember him from sailing camp, I am not sure if he went but I remember him being there, and I only remember three other things, his laugh, and going to your house one day with Blair and seeing him play guitar and cleaning a boat.  You live on Fey Road, down the street from my cousins, the Spurrier's?  I remember driving up a long lane to your house. In the summer, I remember Mikee always being good with boats and his laugh always stood out, and he was able to make everyone laugh. The other thing I remember is spelling his name one day with a "y" and I could not understand why he kept telling me there was no "y", just another "e".  Without even really knowing him, and being younger, he still could make m laugh.

I called Blair, she lives in Texas now, and told her, and she got very upset.  She said she never once remembers Mikee complaining, and he always was the first person to try to make anyone feel better.  She said no one disliked him and there would never be a reason to.  Blair was upset, and she doesn't understand why this would happen to someone like Mikee.  She regrets not staying in touch with him, but glad she has all the memories with him that she does.  She wanted me to tell you that she is praying for your family and is so sorry about your loss.

I also called my other sister, Bethany, who lives in Florida, and when I asked her if she remembered Mikee Jones, she said, "Yes, he was Blair's age and was always happy right?"  She couldn't believe what happened. Out of everyone I have talked to, it is the same.  No one can believe this would happen to such an amazing person.  I am one of the people that do not understand death, and why God does this to some people.  I am praying for you and your family, and all Mikee's friends, because if they are like my sisters and I, this hurts them all.

I will let Blair know that you are on facebook, and I am sure she will add you immediately.  I also think she has some old pictures of him from school and her birthday party back in middle school and from being at our pool.  I go to school in Virginia now, but I come home on Friday for break, and I will be sure to look for those pictures.  Blair cannot get home but I told her I would go to the service for her with my dad, Wayne Benjamin.  I am deeply sorry for and you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Greer Benjamin

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Mikee,
Though we only knew each other for about a month, we had some good times hanging out at your place drinking Corona and Blue Moon and shooting the shit with our friends. You were an awesome guy to hang out with, and very generous (thanks for letting me eat the food at your house when we partied there, lol). I wish we could have had more fun times. I will truly miss you...I hope you are in a better place, and I hope we can meet again one day in the next world and party it up then (I'll bring the Coronas, you bring the Blue Moon and Doritos). The world just lost an awesome musician and a great guy. I consider myself one lucky bastard to have the chance to meet you and get to know you, even if it was only for a short time. Rest in peace buddy. Watch over us until we join you and the others who are no longer with us.

David Wright

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Bob and Dusti,
I just wanted to tell you how sorry Bill and I are. Mikee felt like a child to us.  He always brought such joy to this house.  We really enjoyed having him here for part of the summer. We loved to hear the group play music together.  He loved Bill's white pizza and we always made sure Bill was going to make Mikee a pizza when we knew he was coming.  I also made sure we had plenty of Giant Grape Soda! I think about the two of you every day and our prayers are with you.  We really miss Mikee.

Bill & Charlene Farrar

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Dusti & Bob,

Ingrid and I send our deepest sympathies to you at this tragic loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Mike was one of the good guys - May he rest in peace.

John Sigler

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Mrs. Dusti and Mr. Bob,

Mikee was a wonderful person!!!  He was beautiful inside and out!  And he could always make someone's day just by smiling!  His energy and enthusiasm for life will never be forgotten!! The short time that I knew Mikee (Elementary School, Middle School and recently over a lunch date) will truly be cherished forever!!  He will be missed by all!

I can't imagine the pain and heartache that you are feeling and the emotions that you are sorting thru at this time. My heart goes out to you and your family! You are and will remain in my thoughts and prayers!!!

I will be at the celebration of Mikee's life!!!

Love always!!!
Michelle Dove

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Dusti and Bob -  I have raised my sons from being little 6 and 7 year old boys to the 21 and almost 20 year old young men they are today during the course of my employment with your company.  And so it was with Mikee.  The first time I ever went to your house, Mikee was about 9.  I remember going upstairs (because of course there was a copy machine in the hall-lol), and I remember seeing Mikee's bathroom all painted in a beautiful shade of oceanwater blue and decorated with pictures of fish everywhere - on the shower curtain, on the rug, windows and pictures.  I thought, wow, what a lucky little boy Mikee is.  It was my first impression of you and Bob as parents.  I had met you as the CEO of the company, but not as a mom.  It made me smile.  On through the years I would hear what Mikee was up to and remember asking you how you felt when Mikee got his driver's license.  You said, Oh, it's ok - he's going to be driving the Yukon.  I remember laughing and thinking, ok, so I just have to buy a Yukon in a few years.  Dusti and Bob, my heart aches for you both.  Not a day has gone by since Mikee's passing that I haven't prayed for you that you will be surrounded by friends and family to carry you through.  No man is an island - and we are not meant to cry alone.  When a friend laughs, laugh with them and when they cry, cry with them too.  God bless you both. 

Renee Pommell

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Dear Dusti,
This news is so sad.  I can't even begin to imagine what you and your husband must be going through.  I just know that your pride in your son just seeped through your very being when you spoke to me of him just a few months ago.  I love the dolphin story - God works in mysterious ways to provide us the comfort and reassurances we need. Thoughts of you and Mikee now will forever surface whenever I see dolphins. 


Please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Kim Bursler

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Dear Dusti,

I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your son.  I am sure that there was so much you wished to continue to share with Mikee.  My heartfelt condolences to you and your son.  Let me know if there is something I can do.  You and your husband will be in my prayers.

Mike Drummond

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Dear Dusti,

I wanted to give you a little time to yourself before I contacted you.  I was so sorry to hear about Mikee.  This came as such a shock, it’s hard to comprehend that this really happened.  I can’t begin to understand the pain you and Bob are feeling.  Even though I only met Mikee once, I knew much about him from the stories you told.  Your pride in his accomplishments and your love for him were always very apparent.  I hope you can get some comfort in knowing Mikee appreciated, I’m sure, all the little and big things you did for him.  In time, you and Bob will hopefully be able to replace today’s pain with many wonderful memories.  If there is anything I can do, or you just want to talk, please let me know. 

Len Nardone

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Dusti,

Although I never knew or met your son, I as a mother of two sons and a daughter, cannot begin to imagine your loss.  I can only pray that God's grace will pour out over you at this difficult time and that you will move through this valley assured that the memories you treasue of Mike will bring you through to peace in your soul.
God be with you and your family,

Arlene Fordham

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Dusti and Bob,

I can't find the words to express how Harry and I are feeling.  It has been like a dream all week for me so I can't imagine how you both must feel.  I feel like I lost a son too.  As I told the headmaster at the Pennington School last week, I graduated from Pennington in 2003 along with Mike. We both got a laugh out of that.  Working with you on Mike's "Celebration of Life" is like planning another family party and working on his obituary is like another term paper, book report or resume.  It just doesn't seem real. What am I going to do when I don't have to get Mike another phone, because he lost his yet again, or call the credit card companies because he can't find his wallet or remember the last time he used that particular card? No more plane reservations for Mike and his friends, concert tickets or hotel reservations.  No more "Mikee" missions. Love to you both.

Patti Willard

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My thoughts and prayers are with all Mike's family and friends at this truly difficult time.  I attended The Pennington School with Mike.  We both were boarders and I can remember many a night down in what used to be the Student Center.  Mike's laugh and attitude about life were infectious.  We never ceased to have a good time with him around.  Though I hadn't spoken to him in some time, I can still remember the years there like yesterday; as cliche as that may sound. I know Mike will be truly missed and I send my deepest sympathies.

Alessandra

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Dusti,

I would love to come to the memorial. Unfortunately, I'm out of the country until April. I absolutely hate that I'll be missing it especially since Mike is so special to me. I loved being able to pop into his house at whatever time of night/morning just so we could talk.  I love him so much, and you too!"

Jessie Camp

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Dusti & Bob,

I was just thinking about you and all the meatballs Mike and I would eat at 3 in the morning. Did you know Mike and I used to get tubs if phish food icecream and eat it in the middle of the night or in the morning right out of the container! We never were the skinny ones! Love you all!

Danielle Cohen

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Dusti,

Thank you so much it's very hard to find the words to express my feelings but I'm very sorry for our loss. Please don't hesitate to contact me anytime. We'll always have him in our hearts and uniting us in some way.

Pamela Villarroel

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Hi Mrs. Jones,

First let me tell you how deeply sorry I am for your loss. I went to Pennington with Mike, and knew him through Mike Jacobson and Roddy. Those boys were like brothers, and I can remember referring to the two Mikes as "MRJ-squared" since they had the same initials. I can't imagine what you must be going through right now, and I wish I had a great story to tell, but It's been quite a while since I've seen Mike. But if there is one thing I remember well, it was his smile. I know that sounds cliché, but when I sent Mike Jacobson a message recently after I found out, I told him I could remember it like it was the last one I saw. Even his eyes smiled when he was happy =) To this day, anytime I see a guy with pin-straight dark blond hair I always think of him. I will always remember Mike as a sweet, down-to-earth guy with a kind soul and a free spirit. Please take care and keep those who love you close at this difficult time. I will continue to keep your family in my prayers.

Casey Catelli

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"I'm very sorry to hear about Mike; it's too bad that I never had the chance to get to know him as well as I would have liked.  We were talking about getting together in New Orleans, just never had a chance, but he was always stood out as one of the nicest guys I met"

Ryan Campbell

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Hi Dusti,

I just wanted to let you know that I am praying for you and Bob.  I cannot even begin to fathom the range and degree of emotions you are experiencing right now.  Although I only knew Mike for the short time he was in New Orleans, he left an indelible impression on me.   He was genuine, passionate, and most of all loving of his family and friends.   He talked
about you and Bob so much that I felt as though I already knew you before we even met.  He was proud to speak of your accomplishments and grateful for your support in whatever endeavor he chose to pursue.  He appreciated the fact that he could confide in you both, not just as parents, but as friends.

Thank you so much for bringing such a wonderful person into this world.  I feel so blessed that he was part of my life.

 I plan on being at the memorial service with one of Mike's big, warm hugs for you!

<3 Stephanie Lyons

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"Dusti,
Mike and I attended Pennington together. He was such a wonderful person and it is truly a tremendous loss. Although we lost touch after high school, there are still so many memories that I have of Mike that will stay with me.

It was actually Mike that encouraged me to get to know Robin Man, a very good friend of his, and seven years into our relationship we still have Mike to thank...

His passing is such a tragedy and I am so sorry for your loss"

Megan Thompson

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Dear Dusti,

I was stunned and deeply saddened to hear of Mike’s passing. It was only a few weeks ago you had told me of his plans for graduate school. I was so delighted to hear he had earned his degree at Loyola and had done so well. When you wrote me that Mike referred to me fondly as the “killer” LD lady who kicked his butt, I laughed and laughed as I remembered his sense of humor, and also his zest for life. There is no question he embraced and enjoyed it. I am so sorry for your incomprehensible loss. You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.

Sheila Wulf

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Bob & Dusti,

Nine is one of the most important numbers in our universe.  In many ways, it is even more sacred then the number seven in sacred geometry.  Just though you would like to know that!  That’s amazing!  And truley a blessing for you and bob to have experienced.  I have talked to a lot of Mike’s good friends, some I didn’t even know, and one thing we all had in common,  we all were thinking of Mike the day, and days before he passed away.  His energy was consoling everyone before he moved on to greener pastures!    Now he is very much with us and alive in the terms we will not fully understand until we get to join him!  It is nice to hear the stories.  It has helped tremendously! I love Mike and love you both!

Love you!

Will Farrar

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Mike,

Many of the funniest/happiest moments of my life were spent with you and your parents:          
 
 I remember when we went on vacation to Jackson Hole, you and I were sharing a pair of head phones listening to a silly hip-hop song; while uncle Bob was eating handfuls of popcorn we imagined his jaw moving as rapping the lyrics, I’ve never laughed so hard in my life!!!

I remember you, Chris and me watching Showtime or HBO late at night for hours just to catch a glimpse of a boob.

I remember swimming in your pool, rollerblading in your basement, and jumping on the trampoline with you for hours.

I remember a trip to Lake Powell waterskiing, your main piece of advice to me was to lean back if I was going to fall but to be careful as to not allow a blast of water to get in me!

I remember riding that huge swing at MGM Grand with you, laughing so hard that our faces hurt. Then we asked Aunt Dusti how it was from her perspective and she said: “Mike was quiet but you were screaming like a girl.” Hahahaha!

I remember you and I jokingly asking Uncle Bob: “Where do babies come from?” We got what we deserved when Uncle Bob responded with a 5 minute, extremely technical explanation that neither of us could understand. After Uncle Bob walked away laughing I looked at you with eyes wide open and you said: “Dude, he’s my dad and I can’t understand him.”

I remember putting the Christmas tree up in the Keys to the sound of you and Chris jammin in the background.

I remember attending your lacrosse and football games cheering you on, proud that Conan was my cousin!

I remember you and I running into the same group of girls in Key Colony Beach every year and lying to them about our ages to seem cool. Then we ran into them with Destin one day and he accidently revealed our real ages, we were so embarrassed.

I remember when we went to the Dolphins and Patriots playoff game in Miami and the Dolphins actually won, you and I went crazy!! Filled with excitement, I gave you a piggy back ride from the high levels of the stadium all the way to the parking lot. Yeah, we fell a couple times but we were bursting with laughter the entire time. P.S. My lower back paid for that the next day but it was definitely worth it!

How about those mayonnaise, jelly, ham and cheese sandwiches Aunt Dusti would beautifully create on our long snorkeling expeditions?  We loved those. Chris is still addicted to those sandwiches, without the cheese of course.

How about you, Pompi, Chris, Brian and I wadding in the Chester River bringing back clams for Aunt Dusti to prepare for us?

I remember, at one of your summer birthday bashes, we set up your stereo system in the sunroom with the windows open and blasted Gangsters Paradise on repeat. Every time it would start again the grown-ups would roll their eyes like, “Here we go again.”

I could go on and on, and when I am with Uncle Bob and Aunt Dusti I will! All the memories I have of you are positive and uplifting; while I am devastated that you are no longer physically with us, I know you would have wanted us to be happy. So I am going to try to be happy and thinking of you and everything we’ve ever done together will help me to do this: Every time I snorkel in the Keys, every time I eat a mayonnaise and jelly sandwich, every time I lie to a girl about my age, every time I can’t understand what Uncle Bob is saying, every time I hear Energy Field come on my ipod, every time I hug your mother, and much more, I will think of you and it will make me happy!

I love you Mikee, you were one of my best friends, and my 4th older brother.

Marc Pirner

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I was there when Mikee was born and helped him take his first breath of life. From that time forward my family's life was closely intertwined with the Jones family. Dusti and I became best friends. Mikee and Eddie became best friends. My favorite memories are the "good mommy" trips Dusti and I made with our sons.

Time did not diminish this friendship.  Ed and Mike remained fiercely loyal and protective of each other even though they went to different schools and had different circles of friends. They were more like brothers than friends.

I would like to say a few words of comfort. When I was age 10 I had an epiphany that has spared me from doubting the existence of God or adopting cynical opinions about the "true" nature of God. "Bad" things happen to "good" people precisely because we are all separated from God (even those who believe). We are given free will because the wisdom we gain from making our own too human mistakes and from experiencing human suffering would be impossible in the presence of God. There is only love, acceptance, approval and joy in the presence of God. Our life force, that intangible "something" that leaves us at the time of death, yearns to be re-united with God. God exists. He radiates love. Mikee is basking in that love now.

Nancy Centofante

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A good man who would do anything for you. I will always remember the things you have done for my family. We love you and miss you.

Tim Wilson

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Bob and Dusti,

You can feel Mikee in this wonderful website. He lived his dreams. Not many do. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.  

Sarge and Ursula

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When I heard the news about Mike I immediately contacted my friend and former roommate, Lizzie, who also knew Mike well.  She called me from France where she is now living and we began to talk about old times.  She started talking about this particular story and I finished telling it because it was a story that we both always laughed about.

Sophomore year at Northeastern, Lizzie and I were over at Mike's apartment like we were most nights.  On his table he had an architecture project he had built.  It was a really cool building with multiple levels and everything.  Mike wasn't very happy about his project that he had just gotten back from the professor.  When we asked what was wrong his response was "no doors...".  Mike had built an entire building for his project without any doors.  We all started laughing.  I guess that was the day we all knew Mike was more of a musician than an architect.

Jaime Greene

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Dear Dusti and Bob,

This poem just came to me about Mikee.

A child became a man, loved, treasured, cherished
A man found his essence in family, friends, and music
His music found a home in everyone who heard it

A spirit was born into a family
The family carefully nurtured and cultivated this being
The spirit spread his warmth throughout the earth

The man spirit left his earthly connections
Leaving those he had touched for twenty odd years
In search of a far-reaching plane in which to travel

The family remains to wonder about his passing
The music remains to touch earthly emotions
The sprit man invites us all to join him in time

Love, Terry Bartz

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The time that I spent with Mike at school in Boston, playing guitar, just relaxing, seeing Phish in Vermont in 2004, all memories that will be cherished always. Rest in peace Mike. Where has the time gone?

Alex Claydon

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So sorry, I enjoyed sharing space with  him very much. Evan as we miss Mike, those on the other side are having their lives brightened by his coming. All things are connected, we WILL make joyous sounds again .

Joemama. (Key's Musician)


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Dusti,

Words can't really express how sorry I am for your loss! Mike was always a creative spirit in his guitar lessons with me. And always full of great questions :-) I pray that God will strengthen you and your family at this time.

Perrin Isaac

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Dusti and Bob,

The first time I met Mike is when he was five year's old and I was his teacher at Kingswood Day care center. I also taught him reading at his house after school and babysat as well. When I taught I didn't use the typical learning tool. No not for Mikee he needed something to hold his attention so I used whipped cream and pudding on a cookie sheet for him to write the letter with his finger and say the sound. If he got it right, he got to lick his finger. The next time I saw Mikee again he was with his mother at the Main Stay in Rock Hall on Dec 7,2008. One thing for sure, it was apparent that Mikee was still the apple of his mother's eyes. He grew up to be all the things he talked about and pretended to be when he was five. He was now handsome, full of confidence, generous, loving, and the drive he displayed as a child the " go get em ". Mikee and I talked about the times he would wear his mother's fur coat and pretend to play the guitar. He would say to me that he was going to play in a band and meet famous people. One time Mikee saw I didn't have any ring's on my fingers and he went into his mother's jewelry box and came out with some ring's etc; and said,"my mom has to much jewelry she can't wear all of it". Then he said, with the most sincere voice "keep it she won't mind". I told him to take it back so that some day he can give it to his wife. Boy what a sweetheart! During our conversation in Rock Hall I asked him "Do you still have that tractor in your front yard"? And with a smile, I will never forget he said,"yes". We used to sit on the tractor and he would tell me that he wanted to fly like his dad when he grows up. When I looked into his  eyes eighteen year's later,  I thought to myself WoW he's everything he wanted to be and more! Before ending the conversation with Mikee I said to Dusti "you must be very pound of him". At that time they hugged each other and I could feel the love bewteen a mother and son. I thank God I got to meet Mikee as a grown up. I know I'll see him in heaven with those unforgettable eyes and smile. The pleasure was mine to have experienced his special talent and love he showed me as a child. I only wish I could have experienced his developed talent as an adult instead of reading about his successes. Dusti and Bob thank you for intrusting your only child to me so long ago. I will be there for his services to celebrate his life. I have a son now who is twelve years old and would love to share him with you both. I know your life has changed for ever, but I know Mikee would want you both to enjoy your remaining life on earth until you see him again. Mikee was all about having a good time and he wouldn't want both of you to not have fun any more because he's not around! There's going to be times when the pain is so great and that's when you need to call just to talk.

Carol Byerly- Conner 

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"Anthony de Mello was a wonderful Indian Jesuit priest.  Before he died in 1987, he had collected stories and parables from all over the world.  I am told that of all the stories he collected, the following was his favorite.  It goes something like this.  An old Chinese peasant farmer had a horse that he depended on for his livelihood.  In the spring when it was time to plant he would hitch a plow to the animal and they would break up the ground.  In the Fall after the harvest he would take the same animal and hitch him to a wagon and take the surplus of what he had grown to the market to sell.  Often he would saddle the horse and use him for transportation.  So hardly a day went by that the old man and his family did not depend on the horse.  One afternoon a bee stung the horse on the neck and frightened him.  The horse began to run away into the distant hills behind the house.  The old farmer tried to head him off, but could not do it.  So he had to tell his wife that he had lost his beloved horse.  The people  of the village heard about the old man losing his horse.  They said to him, "Sorry to hear the bad news about losing your horse."


The old farmer replied, "Bad news, good news--who is to say?"


A few days later the horse returned bringing with him several beautiful wild stallions, which the old man and his son were able to corral.  The new horses amounted to an economic bonanza for the old man and his family.  When the people of the village heard about the horses, they said, "Glad to hear the good news about your horses."
The old man replied, "Good news, bad news--who is to say?"


The farmer's son was anxious to make the most of this new opportunity so he began to try to break the horses and get them to the place where he could put a saddle and bridle on them and ride them.  He was inexperienced and the horses were wild, and one of the horses bucked him off.  The boy suffered a broken leg when he hit the ground.  The people of the village heard about the injured boy.  They said to the old man, "Sorry to hear the bad news about your boy getting hurt."
The old man replied, "Bad news, good news--who is to say? 


Two weeks later civil war broke out in that region of China.  The military came through the village conscripting all the young men to fight in the army.  The old man's son could not go because of his broken leg.  That turned out to be very fortuitous, because every other villager who was conscripted was killed in a battle a few days later.


When the old man heard the news, again he said, "Bad news, good news--who is to say?"


This story reminds us of how little we know of any event at the moment of its happening.  There is so much mystery to our existence! If we will adopt a stance of humility, we will realize that there is so much above us and around us and within us and beneath us that we cannot begin to comprehend it at all.  And that leaves the door open to hope--hope that something can happen in the "great not yet" that we never dreamed could happen. Thus, if one cannot be positive about the future, he should not be negative.  He can at least be neutral.  Providence may be working in ways he does not understand."

This is one of my favorite stories from a book that I am reading called "Spirituality and Recovery: A 12-step Approach"  by Dr. John Ishee.  It is an awesome read, if you have the chance to get it please do so and read it.  I read the entire book in a little over an hour the other night.  Just know that I'm thinking about you!

Caitlin Fowler

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Dear Dusti,  I forwarded your information to my brothers and sisters.   We are all so sad for you and Bob.  I especially feel bad because I was in the Keys over Xmas break, but my BF was in a hurry driving from KW to Ft. L and we were unable to stop in Marathon.  I really wanted to get a chance to see all of you.  I'm so sorry, again, I know words are lacking at this point in time. 

Love, Kim

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Oh my goodness Bob. I'm so sorry. The death of your son is so sudden and tragic. He was so talented and special. Our prayers are with you. Thanks for letting us know. Hope to see you in Portland to give you a big hug.


Bev Isman


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Mike and I transferred to Loyola at the same time (initially Fall 2005 and then actually Spring 2006). We were neighbors at Cabra, Mike and several guys lived next door to my suite on the top floor of Cabra. I would frequently go hang out with them because they were so much fun, especially Mike (I often said I wished I lived in their suite)!

Mike and I seemed to stay in touch through out our time at Loyola. Mike's father probably remembers me as the TV babysitter. During our last year, Mike and I were neighbors again at the intersection of Oak and Cherokee.

I will always remember him as a free spirit, a truly inspired and talented artist, and a genuinely sweet person.

Caroline

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I was one of the few family and friends that had the chance to visit with Mikee in the recent past. Those memories are bitter-sweet now because in a way I feel guilty, and I wish our time spent together throughout life wasn't in sporadic, one-week intervals. What I know is that I did make the best of the time I had with him. We made some amends as well, and that's always nice in any company.


While down in Florida Mike and I had the chance to go to Key West one night, just the two of us. It was such a fun time and he treated me more like a date than a cousin. First we dined in front of a favorite Keys Band of his. The weather was nice, a candle was lit and I can't remember what we had for dinner but I will always remember this one small, minute, detail: Mike cut the Fish Dip in half. :) You see, Mikee loved a good fish dip. We were sharing. He knew if he didn't cut it in half than we would both eat the fastest you had ever seen two people eat fish dip in your life. Which is so like Mike: he was always thinking ahead of ways that he could make everyone happy. When he cut the fish dip I laughed at him, because I knew what he was doing. He laughed because he knew if he didn't, he'd end up eating some of mine.


After dinner, we walked Duval. We walked careless and stopped anywhere that peaked our musical interests. He was asked at least three times for his autograph (Kid Rock), and I couldn't get any attention with him around!


Another great time we had while I was down there took place at the reef. We bought some Stone Crab, packed the coolers and headed out on the boat. It was the calmest I Have Ever been out on that water and, miraculously, I didn't get seasick. We snorkeled out to the light house and back. Right before returning to the boat, we were able to swim with a giant sea turtle. It was amazing and Mike seemed as thankful that I got him out on the water as I had been to him for taking me. We listened to some great music and then we met up with Aunt Dusti and Uncle Bob, by boat, to watch the sunset.


The final note I have to write is regarding music. Mike introduced me to some awesome, "new" music while I was down there; stuff he'd been listening to for years. I reminded him of his roots and we played alot of Classic Rock as well. There's a song by a girl he met in New Orleans. I don't know the name ("Scout With Me"?), but I know he was in love with her voice (and I am, too, for that matter). If anyone knows how I can get this song, (or knows where this CD might be) I would love a copy. "Now, life on the Bayou is..."


Like most family and friends, I am still in shock of the situation. I can't believe that the week of New Year's 2009 was the last week I will ever get to see my cousin. However, I know to be thankful that I had the chance to see him, and enjoy him as many of the people grieving wish they had. I think Mikee would want us all to partake of some of the simple pleasures that we did during our time together. He would want us to enjoy our musical roots, learn to embrace a good sunset, and make decisions regarding the happiness of everyone involved.
And remember, always cut the fish dip!  

Kera Cherrey


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Dusti,

I am shocked and deeply upset to hear about Mike. He was a fine person who was just beginning to find himself. He was always kind and excited about life, and I will miss him.I can not imagine what it must be like for you, but I know this is the most terrible thing a parent can go through.

I once played a funeral service for a young friend of mine who was Mike’s age who was killed in a boating accident; the minister asked, “would it have been better if he had never lived at all? Of course not!”

I have thought about that many times since then, and how a life, no matter how short, is a joyous thing. And I have many good memories of a fine, spirited, generous, young man that I am trying to celebrate in my own way. I hope that you can find that spot in your heart soon, to celebrate the beautiful things that Mike was. I know he felt loved very much by you, and spoke highly of you always.

If there is anything I can do, do not hesitate to contact me. Thank you for including me in your thoughts.

John Rankin (Mike's Guitar Teacher)


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Dear Dusti:

Words do not convey, nor can they ever take the place of the grief I can only imagine you & your family are suffering.

My memories of Mike seem to go back to when I first started at PSI - as he worked summers answering phones and helping out with filing in the Dover office.  I remember he also helped with the computer upgrades and new server applications.  There didn't seem to be anything Mike couldn't or wouldn't do.  Or a place in the company that he wasn't at home at, doing what needed to be done , as I would come across him in my travels in the company from Annapolis to Ft. Lauderdale .  Always in the background, never seeking attention or recognition.  Just being Mike.  Yet he wasn't Will's shadow, as he was comfortable in his knowledge and abilities.

May your fond memories help in this time of grief and letting go.

God bless you always.

With very fond regards and respect,
Naida Webb

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Dear Dusti,
I was so saddened to hear the news of Mike's passing.  Please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers during this most difficult time. 
Dusty, if there is anything at all that I can do for you please call or email me.  I can do anything.
Take care and know that we are all thinking of you.
Joanne McGann

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Dearest Dusti,

I couldn't sleep at all last night, instead I was thinking of you.  The pain must be unbearable.  I want you to know that I'm here for you.  If there is anything I can do for you, anything at all, please let me know.  You are welcome to come stay with me in Sedona.  I'll take care of you and you can walk in the healing energies of the Sedona red rocks. 

I love you and am here for you.

Love, Carolyn Gonzales

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I want to call you and tell you that I just found out about Michael. I am shocked. My heart is aching for you. I am here for you…anything you need, just call me.   I know he was the light of your life.   Prayers and thoughts are with you now and always.

God Bless,
Debbie Duross

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I read Mikee's obituary. Wow what a full life he had, even for his short time here. What a blessing and inspiration he was to so many people!

I am so so sorry, and I wish there was something I could say or do. Please let me know if there is...

Love , Karen Street

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Dear Dusti & Bob,

What a horrible tragedy. We share your desolation at your loss of Mikee. We will call you in a few days. 

Love Georgette & Bob

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Dear Dusti & Bob,

I have no words to express my sympathy to you towards the death of your son.
I'm so sorry about this and I sincerely hope there was something I could do to alleviate your pain.  If you ever have the need to talk to somebody or visit Florida again.

In case you don't remember me, I worked under Wanda Spiering Supervision as a Recruiter for the Florida Programs.  I miss you all very much and I'm very great full that I had the opportunity to work with such a nice group of professionals.

Take care,

Maria Nunez

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Dusti,
I am so sorry to hear this terrible news.  My heart goes out to you and Bob.  I know there aren’t any words that can help to ease this pain now, but please know my thoughts and prayers are with you, Bob and the rest of your family.  Mike and I will look for the service announcement soon…

Warmest regards,
John Augustus

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Dusti,

we are so sorry.  There are simply no words.

Where are you?  Is there anything we can do for you??   We are home this afternoon, if you are up to talking (and completely understand if you are not.) 

All I can say is that Mike and I are here for you and Bob when ever, for what ever. 

Love,
Gail Leverett Parenti and Mike

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Dear Dusti,

Thank you, Dusti, for sending this so quickly.  It's perfect: both the wonderful tribute to Mike and the beautiful photo.  

I know that your heart is breaking, but I hope that knowing how much Mike loved you and Robert and knowing what a gift he has been to all of us who knew him will help a little to ease some of the pain.   He was, without any question, one of the most loving and generous young people I've worked with in my many years at Loyola.   His great enthusiasm and joyful creativity were infectious.   I know what a gift he was to you and your husband and how much loveand excellent care you gave to him.   My hope is that you and Robert will be consoled by his loving memory.   I'll send the photo and your the obituary to Kurt Bindewald and he will make sure that it gets out to everyone on campus.   I'll also print out both and post them in the center.   Let me know if there i s anything else that I can do to help.

Love,
Sarah Smith

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Dusti ,
I want to share this with you.
Chris came over to the house . He and Marc stood in the kitchen  reminiscing and sharing different fun ,funny stories of their time with Mike .  I was in the living room e mailing Barbara

Then I heard Chris " I just can't believe I won't ever be able to jam with him again. Those were some of the Best times of my life.

Later after people went to bed he was just bent down in front of the fire stove watching the flames , thinking and whimpering  under his breath . I went over to him with tissues . The moment I touch him he began to weep . I stay with him rubbing his back to give my support . After a long time he turn to hung me putting  his head in my shoulder he said "HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND."

I was sending you both you and Bob  prayers and comfort healing energy the whole time . I do hope you find times of peace in the difficult days ahead .

With all my Love,
Sandy Pirner

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Lord,

I sit here with pain in my heart for the Jones family.  We don’t understand the ways of this world and the pain that it brings.  Lord, we know that you have their son wrapped in your arms and you are protecting him from any more pain that this world would give him. We know that he is safe and happy with you.

Lord, even though we know these things the pain that his family and those that knew and love their son is so great that it hurts to breath.  Lord, please be with them.  Bring them peace during this time Lord and hold them tight so they will feel close to you.  Being close to you Lord will make them close to him.   

Lord, we know that you will make all this clear to us when we are with  you.  Thank you for the love and grace that you shed on us.

Amen!

Thank you,

Rhonda Gould

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I was awaiting this information regarding Dusti’s son. Grace called me this morning and shared this news. I am sadden by this shocking news regarding Mike. I had only met Mike one time last spring when he came to the Felton. Such a personable young man. My prayers are for Dusti and her family at this time, as well as you, and the family of Psychotherapeutic. Please when you speak to her, give her my condolence. I know that God is caring for Dusti and her family. God’s arms are big enough to comfort us all, even when it may not feel like it.  Let us rest in his care. You take care and will see you soon.  

Christine Hill

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Dear Dusti,

I am very deeply saddened, and still in shock, to learn about Mikes sudden passing. It seems incomprehensible that this could happen; and please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you. Today at the Pennington School wonderful words were spoken by Rev. Coblentz at chapel about Mike.

I think back about his time here at the school.....and how we made music.....and how he had such a thirst to learn about guitars, bands and recording. In my music room in the Campus Center I have a bulletin board that has pictures on it of former classes. I'm not sure how this happened but there are more pictures of Mike on it than any other student of mine. I think it is because that was his first love and all the music gear I had in my room was simply a magnet to him......and he signed up for my class as often as he was allowed. He also sent me a card with his picture on it, holding the "Freedom guitar",  and thanked me for the time I shared with him. It is still on the board for all to see....and will certainly remain there.

I also remember him on the back steps of Old Main holding his guitar and trying to work out songs numerous times. He always asked me about how to play some song or a riff......and I never passed him by once. I was thrilled he was that interested in playing....and I wanted him to succeed at what he loved.

And I will never forget when his first performance in the Blues/Pop/Rock Ensemble was approaching and you called me and asked what time the band would be going on because you were going to fly up to see him.......and you did.

I just wanted you to know, Dusti, that I thought Mike was very special and I'm sure the Lord has a perfect spot for him in heaven.

John Bushnell

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Hi Dusti,

Patti called my yesterday to let me know about Mikey.  I did not want to bother you with a phone call, so I thought I would email you.  Obviously, I was in shock and cannot imagine how difficult this must be for you and Bob.  I just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you and my prayers and thoughts are with you at this difficult time!

Take care,
Joe McAleer

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Dear Dusti,

I was absolutely shocked to hear of your loss. We all know that death happens, but it seems young talented individuals like Mikee who are just starting life should be with us forever. Your son had a special spirit about him--a spirit that will live with you and many others forever. Please know that you and Bob are in my thoughts and prayers.

God bless,
Marilyn Rutledge

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Hello Dusti.  I want you to know that you are in my prayers.  I know that I am a long ways from you, but I'm only a phone call away.  If you need anything, please do not hesitate to call. 

Keith D. Haith

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Dusti,

I just wanted to say sorry for your loss and I will keep  you and the family in my prayers. Keep the faith and trust God.

Robert Alford

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Dusti,

Just want to extend my heartfelt sympathy. We are all very saddened to hear of your loss.

John Plaskon

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Hello,

I read of Mikee in the Kent News. How proud you must be. I am truly sorry for your and our loss. He accomplished more in 23 years than most of us ever hope to in a full lifetime. I read it to my 10 year old daughter as an inspirational tool as to what one can do with their life. She was very touched and inspired. Thank you for bringing such a wonderful person into this world, even for such a far too brief time.

God Bless.

Steven Taylor

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Mike,

I will carry the warmth of your huge heart and personality forever. I miss you man.

Nate Delesline

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Bob and Dusti,
You have watched me grow up alongside Mike for the better part of 20 years.  Remember all the times we spent together and how much I loved being with Mike no matter where we were or what we did.  Also remember that I have AJ and he is blessed to have known Mike, and to continue to have you both be a part of his life.  Next time we are all together maybe AJ can "play" his guitar for you.  The only reason he even knows what a guitar is, is because of Mike.  I love you both.
P.S. AJ constantly tells me he does not want to cut his hair because he wants it to be long like Mike's!

Danielle Cohen

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Sent Via Facebook:

Jake Vizzoni: Mikee Jones,

I'm terribly sorry we lost touch in the past couple of months. I will always remember as someone who had a talent for seeing the good in everything and everyone. I don't think I got the chance to tell you, but you are truly a musical inspiration and may your music live on.

You are loved and you will be missed.

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Scott Wham: Mike...Your positivity was infectious...your music was rockin'...your soul was untouchable. I'm going to miss you man..

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Rodney Boden: I had a great dream the other night. You probably know, I mean, you were there! We were at a Phish show out in the campgrounds hanging around a little bonfire. It was one of those funky-trippy jam sessions we always had. You were playing your Taylor and I had a djembe and we were both lost in the beauty of the moment. It was as if... Read More the flames of the fire were peaking and falling as the notes were being played, swelling with the energy coming from our instruments. It was perfect... the best we've ever played. Even though it was a dream, it feels like it was real. Keep those new memories coming...
I'll cherish the "Mis-adventures of Mike and Rod" for the rest of my life. Please look after those that I love and please look after me. Send me a sign that you're out there from time to time too, OK? I'll keep my eyes open.
I love you Mike.
PS -You probably got lost on the way to heaven... I like to think you found a hot little angel hitchhiker to show you the way. :-)

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Stanton Broussard: I am sorry we lost touch over the past year. But you were one of the greatest people I have ever known. Always remembered but never forgotten.

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Ryan Campbell: To us on the rugby team, when we were lucky enough to have him around, he was "Silent Bob"; he will be sorely missed.

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Jaime Greene: Words can't even begin to describe my grief. You called me a few weeks ago and our phone calls are so long I hadn't gotten a chance to call you back yet. I'm on vacation from work this week so calling you was on my list of things to do. I never got the chance. I love you and miss you so much Mike!

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Sergio Gonzalez Pagan: I'm from Puerto Rico, and the first time I played in New Orleans when I got here for the first time my freshmen year was playing with Mike in the Fall Contemporary ensemble with Prof. Rankin. I still remember we played one of his songs and jammed on it. One of the other songs was an arrangement of "Let it Be" by the Beatles. With the help of Mike and his creativity, we made a different sounding darker version of that song.

""And can it be that in a world so full and busy, the loss of one weak creature makes a void in any heart, so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up!"" Charles Dickens

""I have been trying to make the best of grief and am just beginning to learn to allow it to make the best of me."" Barbara Lazear Ascher

""If tears can build a stairway, and memories a lane. I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again.""

Excuse me while I kiss the sky. Jimi Hendrix

Always missed and never forgotten. I'll always remember you Mike.

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Lena Beal-Cavness: One of the most positive and kind people ive ever known. we lost touch, but ill never forget you Mikee!

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Jonathan Berguno: You will be missed man :(

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Terrance Gutberlet: I know you would've wanted me to look at the glass as if it was half full, but it looks pretty empty right now, i'll miss you man.

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Kathryn Quilty: Mike you were the funniest, coolest kid ever! I wish I got to see you more since we graduated, but I will always remember good times at Pennington, snowboarding whistler in the summer, your grad party in MD- which was pretty much best/most fun weekend of my life. Everyone who met you loved you because of your kind soul, you will be missed. Family and friends are in my prayers ♥

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Chris Utterback: Truly one of the nicest guys out...he will be missed and forever remembered. Condolences to all his friends and family.

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Stephanie Lyons: I'm in complete shock, but I know you are in a better place. I am so grateful for the amazing memories I had with you, and they will remain indelible in my heart. ♥

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Danielle Cohen: Michael Robertson Jones holds a special place in my heart. So many people loved and cared about him. The only thing I know is I have an angel watching over me and my son, and everyone else he loved so much.

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Will Farrar: I love you man. I can feel you here with me. I will always be thankful for every second we had, every note we played, every soul you touched. You are the definition of life. Thank you for being part of my life. I will be forever missing you and always will carry your torch. You shone so bright. I love you.

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Michael Jacobson: Caveman, I love you eternaly Mike...I know you'll be watching over us.


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Rodney Boden: I love and miss you buddy. - Bodizzle

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