MICHEAL CLARK

Micheal didn’t need words to make you feel understood—his hugs said everything. They weren’t just hugs; they were safe places, moments where the world could fall away and you knew, without a doubt, that someone truly cared. His family remembers those hugs like lifelines, each one carrying the weight of his heart, which was, as they describe, “the size of the ocean.”

Micheal wasn’t loud or flashy; his impact was quieter, deeper, like the pull of the tide. He had a way of making people feel seen, of being exactly what they needed in the moment without ever making it about himself. His kindness wasn’t something he performed—it was who he was, ingrained in every smile, every small act of love, every unspoken moment of connection.

Tragically, Micheal's life was forever changed when his brother TC passed away a few years earlier, leaving a void that could never truly be filled. Now, heartbreakingly, Micheal has also fallen victim to the drug epidemic. Though his loss is immeasurable, there is solace in knowing that he has reunited with his brother TC—two beloved souls together once more, in a place where love and peace have the final word.

Life without Micheal feels a little less steady, like the rhythm has changed. But in the spaces he left behind, there’s still the memory of his warmth, his presence, his uncanny ability to turn silence into comfort. Micheal’s heart was vast, like the ocean itself, and though he’s gone, his love remains, rippling through the lives of everyone who was lucky enough to be held by him, even just once.

"Micheal had the heart the size of the ocean and was always willing to give the best hug ever. Even when he didn’t know what to say, his hugs said it all." - his loved one