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This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, mikki strader, 34 years old, born on August 17, 1976, and passed away on July 10, 2011. We will remember him forever.
Wish you where around for me to call...like we used to do...I hate I didnt call as much but i called u more then the rest....we shared this emptiness,understanding....we never had to explain...only a few details and u would cut me off....cuz u some how just new....and i miss not being judge...i miss u.....and i wish i would of gave u the money to move up here.....would u still be here....i ask myself this all the time....people say it wouldn't of matter...but i think ot would of...but when i see your beautiful blue eyes again u tell me....but until then i will always be in question...I will see u and u tell me....heck hope u r w grandma and uncle brennie....watching over th we family...brother keep my money safe!!!
Mick brother you are truly missed. it seems like yesterday walking around the trailer park calling here kitty kitty kitty looking for bait for those Gators. Swapping stories memories I'm trying to figure out how to swap the pain. The saddest thing is everyday people will never see the bluest eyes in the world or the most incredible smile. but I did
mick we think of every day, miss you smile and your laughter, remember the fun times we had.miss you so munch mick.love you with all my heart. love steph, nicki kathy R.
mick, you never deserved this ending. a crazy kid with a big heart left in foster care where he did not want to be. I had a chance to get you out of foster care and you know at that time I wanted to. I am sorry things did not work out with your mom and I therefore you remained in foster care. For that I am sorry but my hands where tied. R.I.P. until we meet again. love, Gary (Dad).
Wish you where around for me to call...like we used to do...I hate I didnt call as much but i called u more then the rest....we shared this emptiness,understanding....we never had to explain...only a few details and u would cut me off....cuz u some how just new....and i miss not being judge...i miss u.....and i wish i would of gave u the money to move up here.....would u still be here....i ask myself this all the time....people say it wouldn't of matter...but i think ot would of...but when i see your beautiful blue eyes again u tell me....but until then i will always be in question...I will see u and u tell me....heck hope u r w grandma and uncle brennie....watching over th we family...brother keep my money safe!!!
I remember the first time I met mick we lived in cherry point nc he came to live with us he had a monte carlo I hope I spelled it riht but any way he was always playing with Abby she was only a year at the time we were going to the bolling ally and we were waiting on Mike Abby was under the cabnet and she would push the drawer out and it feaked mick out the first time she did it when he was in the kitchen he hollred for me to come there and he told me the drawers were coming out I laughed and oped the the door and Abby gave the biggest smile to her uncle mick