Michael Anthony ( Flathead ) Marchiani

1969 - 2009
LocationUpper Chichester
Age39 years
Cause of DeathMotorbike Accident
Date of Birth13/11/1969
Date of Death25/05/2009
Visitors485 since 19/11/2009
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My son the Chef, my son the Biker, He died as he lived,,,,,,,,,,,,,free. He was loving, kind giving,strong and always gave 110 % weather cooking riding or loving. He loved his wife his dogs, his parents, his brother and sister ,his grandparents,his uncle Chuck,step sisters and nieces and the nephew he will never meet......he loved his friends and was there at a drop of a dime.He never complained..he worked 60 and 80 hour weeks and took care of his ailing wife........he had not an unkind word for anyone....Life was never easy from the start, but he always finished what he started, usually without help, he was a master in the kitchen, but his real joy was the freedom he felt riding his Harley...........and thats how he died............someone didnt look good enough turning left as he was coming down the highway, he never say it coming,,,,,,,,,,,,,total freedom for eternity in a split second...........no good byes, no hugs, no last anything....gone, but never ever forgotten.he will live forever in our hearts, minds and souls.........my heart aches but it is because he took a part of it with him, thats all they can take when they are called HOME, is love......so its ok, we had plenty for him to take. Ride on my son, your beloved Rottie followed you 5 days after your passing, he layed at the door and waited, you didnt return and he just stopped breathing, I know you are together.......and 10 weeks after your death, your ailing broken hearted wife ended her life also............a love so strong even death could not stop,,,,,,,,,,,my life as it was, will never be the same, but I will survive because thats what i am a survivor......through tear stained eyes and a heavy heart, I say RIP my son, take Maggie and psycho and ride on freely in those open skies,,,,once in a while look down and send a hug or dry a tear.......i am so very proud to of had you for 39 years, your were my first born, we grew up together,now i must grow old without you.....you were my Rock, my reason for all that I am ty Michael for bringing such joy to my life......love you then now and forever

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Waiting at the Door

I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand

It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops

But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled

I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door

Alison Mary Dunn

Phyllis Frazier Harris

November 20, 2009
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