Michael Shane Wyatt

He was so brave. A gulf war veteran. He absolutely loved serving his country and went to so many places I could only dream about. We used to laugh and call my brother the “ golden child”, of our family. But he really was.

I miss him. It’s been almost 9 years. I have so many memories. I guess my favorite memories are small ones. Childhood antics with our other siblings, playing football in the back yard, just everyday life.

I miss his honesty. He was never afraid to tell it like it was. He portrayed himself as a tough former navy man but his kindness would shine through sometimes. He quietly helped others and never looked for recognition.

My brother had talked about dying before. He wanted us to not cry and mourn him. But he didn’t know what his death would actually do to our family. We imploded like a dying star when he passed. We remember him everyday. The picture I included was from my wedding. He will never meet my husband.He will never meet his oldest child’s son. This is the face of addiction.