15/03/2024
On Saturday, March 9th, God brought Mickey home.
He passed away in his sleep, in his own home, that he furnished himself (he was very proud of that!), and in his absolute favorite city, Vegas baby!
I want to start by saying that I’m not going to make an intentionally sad post because that’s not how he was, nor would he appreciate me not making jokes throughout this.
Everyone that has called me has said one thing in common, Mickey had a heart of gold. He was so very silly (read: annoying 😂) but his kindness always made everyone let all of his pranks and jokes slide. Seriously, I don’t know anyone else who could get away with the jokes he would make… him and I will continue to agree to disagree on their level of funny but I guess we’ll revisit that one day when we meet again. Nonetheless he would get away with the most wild s**t because he was also the kindest, most giving soul.
In fact, when I was little I would always ask him to borrow money to buy things I wanted that my mom wouldn’t get me, and well, he literally could not wait any longer for me to pay him back.
I think giving him Madison was enough, right? I’m actually pretty sure he was the only one that cried when we got pregnant. Take note y’all. If we ever get pregnant again, I’m gonna need one of you to pick up the slack now and match that energy.
So for now, I’m gonna take it as debt paid ✅ because this is the photo I found as his lock-screen.
Sorry to everyone else that thought you were Mickey’s favorite… lol
But anyway, going back to his second favorite thing ever, his jokes, do we think he’s secretly making fart noises near God and pretending it’s someone else? I wouldn’t doubt it. Who’s he blaming it on? It’s making me laugh just thinking about it.
Actually, another thing I found on his phone was a fart noise maker app LOL. Let me tell you, I’ve known him for 25 years and I’ve never met anyone who invested more money, energy, and time into their pranks. I remember when I was a kid, he used to have a subscription to a prank magazine that sold all kinds of crazy s**t. He would buy plastic roches, severed legs, fake p**p, and of course, fart noise machines. Now that I think about it, it’s probably his fault I still think all farts are funny.
And speaking of when I was a kid, something I’d like to take this time to confess is that when my mom would be out of town or just unavailable when I wanted to go out, I would take that opportunity to ask Mickey. You see, one thing about him, he didn’t know how to say no. So I would call my mom and hang up really quick (iPhones don’t let this slide anymore), then show him and say, “I called my mom a bunch of times but she isn’t answering, can I go to this party?” He’d ask me when I’d be back, I’d of course tell him “super fast, we’re just reading the Bible” and he’d say yes. Every. Single. Time. My mom would later call me and I’d say Mickey let me and he’d always take the blame.
He was always good with that. And secrets. Know that if you told him a secret, he took it with him. No one will ever know. Unless you text it to him, then I’ll know now. And Joshie. Because I’m not as good at keeping secrets.
Just kidding! Privacy! 😬
Anyway, maybe I’ll remember more fun things to share about him and post those as they come to mind but this is long enough already.
Mickey, may you rest in peace knowing how many people loved and appreciated you. Also, for someone who didn’t know they were passing away, your search history was super vanilla. Good on ya, asere! A stand up guy all the way through.
We will remind Madison of you, always, and that you renamed her Mikaela (after you lol). She’ll know she’s an honorary Cuban thanks to you. 🇨🇺
