Today was the day, the one to see it all, where great men fall and history bears the weight of the pall, the sun is gone to give way to the stars, bleak darkness envelopes and enthralls. Forlorn grief and futile tears carry Him unto foreign shores. The youngest of all, but by far the bravest. A Soldier, a Fighter, a Lover, A Brother. A Friend, A neighbor. He who the ghost's of the living can no longer see, a specter of heaven in infinite glory. The Death man comes for us all, but look well boatman for on board your vessel rides a Hero, A beacon of light to all who knew Him, a fortress of stone to all who crossed Him. Look well yonder souls for a legend are looming, to cross through the mists and into the fog. He stands before you and His title is cried. A Son of Richard and Ethel, A Brother to Joseph, Raymond, Orville, Mark and Richelle, A Significant Companion of Brenda, A Father to Michael. A Brother In-law to Brenda-Lee, An Uncle to Many, and a Father to Little Mike. Ye of mercy and Michael and He shall be remembered. For country and family and generations more He will be remembered. He has sought solace and rest till the day He is needed again, and He shall be remembered. We bid farewell to Michael, His name to forever be etched into the annals of our hearts and minds, always to be looked for in times of trial and travesty. We bid farewell to the simple man, who made himself great. Goodbye Uncle Mike, we miss you and we love you. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”--Psalm 23:4 Michael Richard Olivier Born July Eighteenth Year Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Two Passed March First Year Two Thousand and Ten. Written by Joshua Richard Eger, Twelve o’ Four in the morning of March Second Two Thousand and Ten