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Even though this is clearly a site dedicated to the memory of a close friend, many visitors thought it would be an appropriate place to leave pointless and meanigless messages, some of which were quite disgusting.

Until I find a better solution, I have simply copied the sincere messages and posted them here.

Thanks to you all, and sorry for the inconvenience.

Messages

Seamus Fyfe, Seamusfyfe(at)hotmail(dot)com
Location: Ireland
The art is breathtaking, absolutely beautiful, especially the portraits, I think the unfinished Ali is priceless!

Andi Hofmann
Location: Aachen, Germany
His obituary still sits on my desk at home; right next to Geoff's thoughts from the funeral and Roosevelt's speech Mike had James read at his grave. Sometimes in the morning I just stare at the papers and encourage myself to be "the master of my fate" and "the captain of my soul". I think it were things like these what made me look up to Mike. He didn't just teach me "English" as my teacher, between the lines he often thought me "Life" as my friend!
Yesterday I cooked some meat, a traditional dish from my home. Meanwhile I found myself looking out the window, watching the birds fly in the sky and thinking of Mike. In the weeks before his final diagnosis we planned to cook traditional meals from our home countries for each other. I probably would have cooked some Bavarian meat; Hauke had brought some Dutch Gouda, Andrea some pizza and Mike always made fun of himself that he had to prepare something Indian because "Fish and Chips" were not an appropriate dish We also missed out on our decathlon of pool, dart, watching soccer, go bowling and during doing that thinking of the remaining six disciplines... Sadly, he was not strong enough to do all that with us in the end.
To a great friend.

Andi Andi Hofmann
Location: Aachen, Germany
Well, it has been a few months now ever since Mike passed away. I would never have thought that it'll touch me as it actually does. I have known Mike for 2.5 years, we've been friends for maybe 1.5 years only. Anyhow, I almost think of him every single day; to be honest that's more than of my parents... As it seems I hadn't really realized what he meant to me back then when I could have told him...
Even though it has been almost half a year now, I guess, I haven't really let it come to my very core that he left us. Some mornings I wake up and have dreamt of Mike. Most of the times nothing special; we were out, had some bears, made fun of English goalkeepers... just had a good time. Sometimes I feel the urge to tell him about it. Unfortunately, neither he nor I have been very religious. So talking to him in my mind actually doesn't make much sense. Nevertheless, I sometimes catch myself doing it anyway.