Josiah Mitchell
Michael was dealt a tough hand of cards. He didn’t grow up with a father. It was a sensitive topic we all just avoided while skateboarding home from school. His youth came with a type of hardship that mine didn’t. His mother endured. By herself, she paid the bills and made sure he got to wear those cool new Osiris skate shoes. She adored him and it was noticeable. I remember fondly the way she hugged him because it was the same funny way my mom hugs me. I told him and we both laughed about it. Of all the details lost, this one remains vivid. Michael was well loved. My heart breaks for his family. He’ll be missed.
