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Mike Pearson O'Neill aka Nter is gone forever. Friday February 3rd, 2006. R.I.P.
In loving memory of Michael James O'Neill Pearson aged 23 years.
What a tragedy to lose a young person from the community in such a horrific way.
Mike was a sweet person, loving , sensitive , emotional, naturally kind and a lover of music and fun. I found him to be bright and enthusiastic .He knew alot about a lot of things. He was interesting to talk to. He was a convincer. He could sell anything. When he was young , he was able to sell a teaching doll that taught you how to tie your shoe laces and do up your bottons. He sold it to an elderly woman convincing her it could help her when she forgot. Once Mike and Jen had a lemonde stand outside and mike made the most money because he was wheeling and dealing with all the people and cars as they passed. he would never give up, he would continue to lower his price as they drove away, yelling out deals until the cars were out of site. He had soul. He loved animals. We had many strays boarding at our house. He loved bear,shilo,winny and smokey are pets. He enjoyed the comforate that they would give him. He like to play outside with them and lay on the couch with them and watch tv. He loved his music, he was a dj and he enjoyed playing at clubs and making music with his friends. He like music from the 80's most i think. Some of his favorites were the beattles, coldplay, the animals, the rolling stones and he would blast the music in the house and in the car. We will miss his load music. Mike and his friends were discovering all of the old music together.It was great because this is the music I grew up with and I was able to enjoy it again with him. We used to sing along in the car and sometime we would show each other our dance moves.
He loved his family very much. He was so proud of Jennifer and missed her when she left home. He enjoyed spending time with his father and Debbie. He like to go out to the pub or play music with his dad and he loved having long talks with Debbie. Her love and understanding was appreciated by him. He had a unique relationship with each person in the family. I would like to introduce his family. Jennifer his sister and her boyfriend andre Dave & Debbie his father and stepmother. Brian & Sheelah his uncle and aunt. My brother-in-law Robert Mc cullough and his family. his cousins
He loved his friends so much. His friends were his life. He loved Steve, Genv, Valli,Tricia, Dave,Sean,andrew,Pat, Chelse ,pascale,Kristy,Jeff,mike,ben,christina, jonathan,yoss,ren,lee,garrett.. He loved and care about so many . He was very sensitve to them. he worried about them. He was always running off to help someone.
I left my son's msn messaging on so his friends could send mike messages.
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I would like to share with you some messages from msn and rave.ca from his friends.
"He was definately the funniest guys to go out and feel like a kid again..."
"he is a good guy and he had good intentions.. its really sad to see him go".
"i have so many memories flowing through my brain trying to remember the little things about him. I guess it is true it is the little things you will miss the most. and i guess it is also true that you don't know what you have until its gone. Me and mike shared the best of times and the worst of times. we were the best of friends and the worst of enemies. when it came down to it he was ALWYAS there for me and i am angry at myself for not being understanding with him at times. He considered me one of his best friends and for that i am grateful but at least i know he's in a better place where he won't have to suffer ever again."
"Mike was one of the most amazing (and misunderstood) people inv had the privelge of knowing. I love you Mike."
chelsea - can't breathe says:you know what mikey?? i cant stop crying, and sometimes i cant breathe...but then you catch my breath, and you tell me to keep going like i kept you going...and i won't ever let you down, because i love you i love you..."
paublo sanchez says: mike its pookie,the pookstah, remember you used to always call me that??? it was you who stuck that name to me, i miss you mike, i just wanna tell you how much i love you, i love you to death mikey, me and sean, we love you,
Heather????? says: You always made my tears to laughter.
hayley:. Without you here , there is less to say.
Hes one of the most memorable poeple i have ever had the pleasure of knowing,
Saw him a couple of weeks ago, that extra hug goodbye was worth it.
Mike was such a great guy, sweet and caring, very humourous. I always remember his random free style thougths he would bust out.
Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well Here's to the night we felt alive Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry Here's to goodbye, tomorrow's gone and come too soon
Your time here was abruptly cut short but the MANY times that we had will live on in my memory forever. You were always misunderstood but you were a great friend to me, in Montreal and Toronto. I will miss the random phone calls and hour long conversations. I will keep the sweater you left at my house forever. The only thing that I pray for you is that you find your own Neverland.
Rest well my friend, love you always. Hypo Crew Forever.
Mike, was my favorite person to be silly with.
He would try rhyming for hours and hours, and it would drive me nuts, but I loved it.
He was one of the greatest guys i knew and deserves nothing else then respect. he brought everyone a special touch in their lives.
mike was a good guy, and people like him really made me realize that I shouldn't be so serious all the time, and that it is important to let loose and have fun and be spontaneous...
he made his friends feel like they meant the world to him. he was truelly an amazing person.
I guess the moral of the story or at least the meaning im taking from all of this is that we can die at anytime, any moment our friends can die are family can die at any time, anywhere. Why argue and bicker about the small things, enjoy every second that you are with people you care about, look them in their eyes and notice the colour the quirky parts of their personality the way they laugh, the way they smell, their touch because one day the soul that drives this machine we call are body will leave and only a ghostly hunk of matter will remain to remind us that we will never again experiance or feel this persons presence again ever.
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Alot of you say i was a good mother and i did everything i could to help Mike. If that is true then why did he die. Maybe idid everything i could or maybe i didn't or maybe i didn't do the right things. But i know that one person helping another is not enough. So I want each and everyone of you to stop and think of how you can stop this tragedy from happening again to someone else and their families or even to yourself. Don't do things that are wrong...... to yourself or others. If you need help then get it, be courageous! Be kind, even if someone is unkind, be kind. That will encourage the loving soul in you and the loving soul in the person who was unkind to you. It can be as simple as a kind word or taking a few moments to listen or even going to the extreme of an intervention. Be a big brother or big sister. Don't turn your backs on the troubled, never encourage or enable someone to do something that might hurt them. You need to Care more , Do more and Love more! Do this in Mike's honor and for your honor.
I want to thank all of you that helped mike. i also want to thank everyone for coming and sending food and kind words our way. The efforts made by everyone has been wonderful.
And last but not least I want to thank my son for helping me see what is important in life, for all his love and enthusaim and for giving me joy and happiness.
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Mike , i am still waiting for you to come home dear. i miss you.
-Donna Pearson
*******************************************************-excl uding the above ^ mike's myspace page remains as it was. When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies God will probably have me on some real strict shit No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice All my life I been considered as the worst Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion She don't even love me like she did when I was younger Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2 Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head The stress is buildin' up, I can't, I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please) You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on I reach my peak, I can't speak, call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin', matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'. [BANG]