Gert. Cardinal

It's with a broken heart that I write this story. On January 16/2008 I lost the sunshine and joy of my life, my youngest son, Michael Jean Berube, as the result of a homicide. Mikey had just moved to the town of High Level to stay with me and his stepdad, he wanted to look for a good paying job and start over in a new town.
He never got that chance. He went to work at Boston Pizza the week-end before he died and met the young man who took his life the following week. There was no sense or reason for this man to kill my son, considering they did not know each other the week before.

How do you say good-bye to a son who worshipped the ground you walk on? Mikey loved life, he lived to laugh, and he loved to live. He was only 25 years old, the funeral was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life, it's still so much like a bad dream. Even now, I keep expecting my son to phone me and say Mom, where are you and Doug? I miss you Mom, I love you. He also has a big brother he worshipped as well. Joey is having a hard time dealing with the loss of a little brother loved.

This is such a lonely walk without him, we were so close, we were like one person. Mikey's greatest joy in life was to make people laugh, he was always playing a joke on someone, he never hesitated to help someone in need, he loved little children. I have so much more I could write about my son but I'll close for now, it feels good to share my story about my beautiful son. I promised him his memory will live on as long as I have breath in my body. God bless anyone who reads my story.