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| We will always remember you! Michael or "Little Michael" as we called him, Was a "Tall drink of water." Michael was born December 8, 1979. Micheal graduated from Williamsburg High School in 1998. I remember always teasing Micheal about being older than him. He always had a smile and a hug for everyone. He loved hunting and fishing. He also collected eagle and wolf figurines. His most joy was his little cousins Quincy, Mariah, Hannah, Garrett, Gavonn, Peytonn, Prestonn, Maycee, and Madison. Sadly Michael would not be able to meet his new cousins Haven, Colt, Daylonn and Emerald because Michael lost his life to accidental gunfire on April 28, 2002 at the age of just 22 years. We will always love and miss you!! |
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| I'm Free Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free, I'm following the path God laid for me. I took His hand when I heard Him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work, or play, Tasks left undone must stay that way. I've found peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void, Then fill it with remembering joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah yes, these things too I will miss. Be not burdened with time of sorrow. I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I've savored much, Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all to brief. Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me. God wanted me now he set me free. |
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| Michael's beautiful grave site. 12-08-1979 to 04-28-2002 |
| Michael and his cousin Garrett (left) and Michael's two brothers. |
| Michael's High School Picture |
| "One million prayers won't bring you back, I know because I've tried. Neither will on million tears, I know because I've cried." Michael C. Higginbotham Jr. Dec. 8, 1979 to April 28, 2002 |
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| Michael C. Higginbotham, Jr |
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| Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep.I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints in the snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circle flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die. |