I know I know....
I know I said I wouldn't update again until 10 people left me messages, but i feel obligated for this one. Last week while I was in PA, one of my close friends, Michael Wyman died. He was involved in a car accident a few weeks ago and fell into a coma. He was recently pulled of life support. Michael was already 95% brain-dead at this point and was paralyzed from the waist down. I know that he's in heaven right now looking down on his family and friends. I feel horrible though. When Michael died, I was far off in Pennsylvania visiting friends. And unfortunately I was unable to come home for his funeral. That fact eats at me inside right now. Michael, if you're reading this from heaven, or watching me type this, i'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there for you....
Mike and I were blackbelts under my father, Grandmaster Michael L. Couhie. We trained together, sweat together, bled together. We were warriors cut from the same mold, he was my brother-in-arms and I was his. Mike, Hwarang til the end.
RIP
You always wanted to fly, well I hope you've found your wings...
Mike and I were blackbelts under my father, Grandmaster Michael L. Couhie. We trained together, sweat together, bled together. We were warriors cut from the same mold, he was my brother-in-arms and I was his. Mike, Hwarang til the end.
RIP
You always wanted to fly, well I hope you've found your wings...