This Fish Needs A Bicycle

Kind for no reason: a proper memory of Mike, and an aspiration for the rest of us. I'll miss him. He was transparent, excited, open, and irrefutably Mike.

a genuinely sweet, dear man. take care, heather.

Within the context of your post, looking at Mke's blog is eerie: an empty house when you still hear (and read) his voice of days yore. An abrupt end acknowledged by the digital emptiness to follow. Mike may go down as the first blogger in history to have passed away???

Regardless, we was SO happy. He was very kind. And he will be missed. My he rest in peace.

Many sympathies. I hope the happy memories are the ones that stay with you.

And I agree with Denis, above; it's very odd to read a blog when you know the writer's just not there any more. A couple of years ago, an old friend of mine (with whom I'd lost contact) died of a drug overdose, and I found out after the fact that he had a livejournal. Reading it was ... indescribable; so many conflicting emotions. Many friends left memorials and farewell comments on his last post, and there was nothing stranger than /knowing he'd never read them/.

I didn't know Mike Wolf, but I'm sorry he's gone. He sounds like someone who made the world a nicer place.

My condolences to you. I hope that you and Mike's other friends and family are finding comfort from each other at the moment.

I agree with those above who commented how erie it was to read Mike's last blog posts.

May his memory be a blessing.

This type of event is a part of the Internet that's starting to become more common. As we all share our lives online in some way, shape, or form we're bound to leave something behind for others to discover. It's almost like a neighborhood of homes that you're free to simply walk into--with everything in place--but nobody's ever coming home. Quite sad, but much better than a name and date on a tombstone. This way, we get to actually 'know' who these people were, their dreams, loves, etc.

This was sad to read first thing this morning. And while I only read through his blog a handful of times, just knowing he touches so many people is heart warming. I believe I read on his blog he was in a wheel chair. Is it harsh to ask what actually took his life?

Island Girl, the medical examiner is still unsure, but his father told me that they believe it was sudden and that he did not suffer. That's all we need to know.

I am posting this here because out of all his internet friends, Heather's site is probably the most widely read.

Heather and everyone, thank you for your kind words about Mike. He was my very close friend and he will be greatly missed. He touched a lot of people in a lot of ways.

There is information regarding his funeral arrangements in the comments of his last post. If you would like to make a gesture to his family, I would suggest a donation in his name in lieu of flowers or cards. That would be the way that the Mike I knew and loved would have wanted it.

Thank you to all of you for nice emails and comments to those of us who were very close to Mike. I know we all appreciate it.

I still have the last e-mail from a few folks who are no longer available for future conversations.. they're all still in my address book to..

Oh holy bleep...I didn't know...no one told me...holy geez...I'm totally stunned but knowing that he didn't suffer kinda makes it a little easier to know...this next blogger bash is for Mike and we'll all raise a glass in his honor...

I didn't know the man, Fish. Based on what I've read, he sounds like a helluva human being. So sorry you lost your friend.

I was friends with Mike back in high school and just heard today from a mutual friend that he had passed away. I was touched to find this site and hear that Mike had not changed one bit since I last heard from him. I loved Mike as a true friend and we have so few of those in life. I thought often of him and missed his friendship. I don't know what a blogger is but I hope to find out and read whatever was in his thoughts the last few years and cherish them as much as I cherished him. From love and the "crappy puke green pinto memories" Sarah