<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052</id><updated>2012-01-21T20:01:53.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Loving Memory of...Michael (Mike) William Ucci1989-2007</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;p/&gt;This site was created to allow our family and the many friends of Michael a forum to share their stories and memories.
&lt;p/&gt;If you would like to post to this site please e-mail it directly to me at jason@jasonsilva.com and I will post for you.  Sorry for any inconvenience but this is the only way we can moderate the posts.
&lt;p/&gt;All non-family member posts will be approved before they are posted.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7428807132976294812</id><published>2007-02-13T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:29:20.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jennifer Ferguson</title><content type='html'>I used to baby-sit the Mike and Marie years ago.  They were both angels.  I can’t believe this has happened I remember them running around and playing in their front yard. It just seems like yesterday, Mike has such an amazing sprit.  I am so glad that he had made such an impact at his school; I have read the articles in the paper.  Jill and Ken you must be so proud of the amazing young man you have raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, Ken and Marie you are in my thoughts and prayers.  I pray that god wraps all of you in his peace and comfort.  He will sustain you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jennifer Ferguson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7428807132976294812?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7428807132976294812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7428807132976294812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7428807132976294812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7428807132976294812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-jennifer-ferguson.html' title='From Jennifer Ferguson'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7327413947951294228</id><published>2007-02-13T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:56:11.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Chuck Manfre Family</title><content type='html'>All the things we learned from Michael. Michael may not be with us physically, but there is a part of him that’s been past on to every one of us. This can be best explained by telling you all the things we learned from Mike. First and most notable would be Michael’s SMILE. A smile so warm it went straight to your heart. A smile that truly showed that he was happy to see you. A smile, shining like sunlight coming into a room. The HUGS!!! We can’t even begin to explain how meaningful his hugs were. It wasn’t one of those hugs that said, “Hi how are you doing.” Michael’s hugs were full of unconditional love. A hug that showed, you really meant something to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike lived his life, which most people could only strive for. He has mastered the ability to lead through example. To accept every person for whom they were and see the kindness and good in them. Never asking for anything in return. He was the definition of teammate, not only in sports but also in life; to always give whatever he could to make others better, to stand by your side through highs and lows, to have the ability to rally when times got rough, by just being himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass so much goodness on to all of us is almost impossible, only Mike could do this. He gave us a gift that can only be described as priceless. Every life he touched he gave a piece of his sunshine and we all know it. He achieved so much. He was not only an inspiration but a natural leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and “Baba” shared many of the same traits and now their hanging out together looking out for us, waiting until the time we all reunite. All Mike’s qualities have touch each and every one of us. He will be part of us and future family members forever. We love you and will miss you Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chuck, Aunt Sandy, Matt, Sean &amp; Monique, Jay &amp;amp; Steve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7327413947951294228?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7327413947951294228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7327413947951294228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7327413947951294228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7327413947951294228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-of-things-we-learned-from-michael.html' title='From The Chuck Manfre Family'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1752406883014643480</id><published>2007-02-12T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:03:14.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Uncle Mike &amp; Auntie Sandi</title><content type='html'>Michael was our nephew and also our Godson.  We were so honored when Ken and Jill asked us to be Michael's Godparents.  He always held a special place in our hearts and will continue to hold that special place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel so blessed to have had him in our lives for the short time he was here.  He was such a happy, carefree little boy and he could always put a smile on our faces.  We are so proud of the young man he turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will miss you deeply Mikey and we love you so very much.  Be happy until we meet again.  We love you, Uncle Mike and Auntie Sandi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1752406883014643480?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1752406883014643480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1752406883014643480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1752406883014643480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1752406883014643480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-uncle-mike-auntie-sandi.html' title='From Uncle Mike &amp; Auntie Sandi'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7624168528531060847</id><published>2007-02-11T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:40:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Freiler Staff Members</title><content type='html'>Our deepest sympathy goes to Michaels family. We are all very saddened by his tragic and untimely passing. Michael attended our school, Art Freiler his 6th grade year.  Next year our school is putting in a newly developed quad area and we are selling bricks to Freiler families for engraving. One of our teachers has organized a pool for the staff so we can contribute money to purchase a brick in Memory of Michael Ucci. We hope the family can get through this with love and wonderful memories. May god bless Michael and his family.  Sincerely, Freiler Staff Members&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7624168528531060847?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7624168528531060847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7624168528531060847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7624168528531060847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7624168528531060847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-freiler-staff-members.html' title='From Freiler Staff Members'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8146320482414794781</id><published>2007-02-09T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:56:41.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Catrina Nicolaysen</title><content type='html'>Wow, words cannot explain how much Mike meant to me.  I was and still am blessed to have him as a friend.  I considered him my best friend.  He knew everything about me.  We could talk hours on end about anything and everything and not get tired of each other.  Mike and I got very close over the past year.  He was my support system.  Everyday I wake up wishing and praying that I will see him at school.  It was a daily routine to get a big hug from Mike and then walk together to first period and to second period.  Our classrooms were next door to each other.  Walking by his class gives me the chills.  Knowing I will never see his beautiful smile or hear his wonderful laugh brings tears to my eyes.  Lunch will never be the same either.  He would always, oddly, drive right behind me.  Seeing Mike jump in his seat to wave to me with his music blaring always made me smile.  He always knew just what to do or say to make me laugh.  Sometime I look through my text messages to read some of my saved ones from him.  They were always so cute.  My father was in the hospital one day and I was extremely afraid.  Mike hadn’t known my father then, but he would call me everyday to see how my dad was and how I was feeling.  He always wanted to help.  He made me feel better just by listening to me and reassuring me that my dad will be okay.  Since we talked everyday, we ended up talking about what we wanted to do when we got older.  He mentioned being a plastic surgeon and I was going to be a chef.  We promised each other that he would give me lips and he would eat at my restaurant for free.  I’m still expecting him to fulfill his promise.  I’m sure one day my lips will magically appear larger, so I’m waiting anxiously for that day.  It’s so surreal knowing he won’t be at the basketball games sitting with me.  If we weren’t sitting together we would catch up after the game and go out to eat or just drive around.  We could have a blast just listening to music as we drove randomly.  Since we are both Italian, we would find ourselves always going to dinner. Over the summer, I was in Italy for a month, he was so jealous of me, but also very happy for me.  I remember buying a phone card, just so I could talk to him.  I sent him post cards and brought him home a gift.  He was so appreciative.  He ended up taking me out to dinner in return.  Surprisingly we went to olive garden.  He ordered his favorite, steak gorgonzola fettuccini with a sprite.  I still to this day, remember that night.  It is one of my fondest memories that I will always cherish.  We planned to always stay close so our kids would be best friends also.  I love him so much.  He was a one in a million guy.  Mike was very respectful to everyone.  He made every girl feel beautiful and good about herself.  Mike was raised by great parents, Jill and Ken, whom I adore.  He will never be forgotten.  R.I.P BABY! I will never forget you, you are my everything. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8146320482414794781?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8146320482414794781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8146320482414794781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8146320482414794781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8146320482414794781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-catrina-nicolaysen.html' title='From Catrina Nicolaysen'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4182730221867728075</id><published>2007-02-09T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:19:33.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD DRIVE</title><content type='html'>Delta Blood Bank is holding a blood drive today, Friday 2/9, from 2-7:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West High (Mike's High School)&lt;br /&gt;1775 W. Lowell Avenue (cafeteria)&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call 209-831-5430 for more information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Valid ID is required&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4182730221867728075?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4182730221867728075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4182730221867728075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4182730221867728075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4182730221867728075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/blood-drive.html' title='BLOOD DRIVE'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8842272605279736908</id><published>2007-02-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T11:27:06.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Rob Burn</title><content type='html'>Mike. Why did you have to go so soon ? I have so many questions as to why this happened to you but i'm left with nothing. just blank answers. When we met, I was about to leave high school while you were just entering in the gates of adulthood. I remember looking at you smile and I would thinking to myself " how could someone ever be so happy to be here?", but then I realized you weren't just happy to be at school with all of your friends but you were happy to be young and alive. I can't remember one day that I didn't see your smile. You knew the true meaning of happiness and what life was all about. That's the only reason I can think of why you were taken away from us. You knew that one secret to life that everyone spends their whole lives trying to find out. I admit that i didn't know you as well as I wish I did. But I'm glad. Glad that when people mention your bright smile, I remember what it was like to see. Or when they mention your laugh I can hear it in my memories. Goodbye Mike. I hope you are smiling and laughing like you spent much of your time down here doing....wait...what am i saying good bye for? we will meet again. Not down here but up there.. where you are. In the presence of God and in the heavenly clouds that surround you. You will Never be Forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8842272605279736908?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8842272605279736908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8842272605279736908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8842272605279736908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8842272605279736908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-rob-burn.html' title='From Rob Burn'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-48367589032579862</id><published>2007-02-08T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:52:26.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Nancy Touma</title><content type='html'>I read Michael Ucci's story on a friend's webpage and have to say that I was touched. Michael Ucci's death has brought tears to my eyes and I want to give my deepest condolonces to everyone who was affected especially his family. I lost a friend in a car accidient also and I cannot begin to say how much it hurts to go through a loss of a loved one. A very important person once told me that with every bad comes a good and its unfortunate that this had to happen but Michael is free from this world now, he's the lucky one. He now enjoys the rest of his life in heaven with all the other saints and angels and even though it saddens me, I still am happy for him as all should be. We all should remember that God does everything for a reason and even though no one may clearly understand the reason now, I'm sure everyone will know soon. I pray for the family and pray that all will find happiness soon. God rest his soul. You've touched my heart Michael Ucci without even knowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-48367589032579862?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/48367589032579862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=48367589032579862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/48367589032579862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/48367589032579862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-nancy-touma.html' title='From Nancy Touma'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8726934804343248764</id><published>2007-02-05T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:18:20.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jeff &amp; Damian Gray</title><content type='html'>We do not know the families that have been involved in this tragic accident.  The only connection would be having children of our own.  Our hearts have been so heavy.  Our family has experienced a lot of loss in our life time, but I can honestly say none compares to what these families must be going through. Our prayers are with them. Do not let Mike Ucci's death and the injuries to Bret, Marie, and Justin be in vane. Honor them every time you get into a car.  Help prevent something like this from happening again.  From what we understand these four kids were good friends and this tragedy has been called an "accident".  Be there for each of them when they need you.  Not only will they all have physical healing to endure but emotional healing as well, as you all do.  God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Jeff &amp;amp; Damian Gray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8726934804343248764?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8726934804343248764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8726934804343248764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8726934804343248764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8726934804343248764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-jeff-damian-gray.html' title='From Jeff &amp; Damian Gray'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8229753829284993073</id><published>2007-02-05T18:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:24:07.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Chunpreet Basra</title><content type='html'>Michael William Ucci.Do you remember when we saw the Persuit of Happyness? Do you remember what we promised? We promised each other that no matter what happened, we would be happy. We would be as happy as they were in the film, as they were in real life. We would live happily forever, and no one would, or could tell us otherwise. Right now, I don`t know how happily I can live. Without you, it`s so hard. I`m afraid to be happy. I`m afraid that if I live happily, I`ll forget all about you. I`m so afraid, Michael. I was always happy, especially with you. Just seeing you, even without a hello, was just enough for my days. We used to talk so much. Our cousins both thought, just from a mere photograph, that we were a couple. It was such a scandalous moment, and we had so much fun making jokes from that. You`d always call me Moon Love, just because you loved the fact that it`s what my name meant. You were also my 1st New Years text for this year. I yelled out to you outside like an idiot when the new year came. I remember when we talked about our careers... what we wanted to be when we were older. We both wanted to be lawyers. I will keep pursuing my goal to be a lawyer for myself, but I will work even harder for you, Mike. You also used to be part of my daily routine. School days, I`d see you about 7-8 times a day, and then we`d text each other. Weekends, you were usually busy, but you still had time just to talk to me. Now I don`t see you anywhere. I search for you, only to find nothing. I`m afraid to go to basketball games because I know I won`t see you there. I`m afraid to look at your seat in human geography. I`m afraid to get into our usual group in human geography that included you, me, Jassy[chyea!] and Danielle[aka the Hippie]. I`m afraid to walk towards the spot where I always find you before heading to the parking lot to go home. I`m afraid of living happily without you, but if I don`t live happily, I know you`ll be angry with me and call me "jerkface." It`s just, I don`t want to forget you if I do live happily. That`s what`s really making me scared, but I know that I won`t forget. Your memories are my memories, and that`s why they`ll live forever. I miss you so much. I love you Michael. You`ll be in my heart forever. The boy whose smile snatched my heart. -Chunpreet Basra [aka Moon Love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8229753829284993073?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8229753829284993073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8229753829284993073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8229753829284993073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8229753829284993073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-chunpreet-basra.html' title='From Chunpreet Basra'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-3511735577753480043</id><published>2007-02-05T18:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:22:45.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Montalbo Family</title><content type='html'>Ken, Jill &amp; Marie, We are so sorry for the loss of your beloved Mike. Jill, I(Stacey) remember growning up with your sister Chrissy and always thinking what a beautiful smile you had. You obviously past that smile on to your beautiful son. My son Connor had the pleasure of getting to know your children at Sveadal with Matt. He feels so blessed to have known Mike, and thought he was a great person. Your family is in our thoughts and prayer everyday. Hold on tight to the wonderful memories with Mike and remember he is always right there in your heart. Marie we hope you recover quickly and maybe Connor will get up there to see ya with Matt. God bless you all, Aaron, Stacey, Brittany &amp;amp; Connor Montalbo(Molina)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-3511735577753480043?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/3511735577753480043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=3511735577753480043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3511735577753480043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3511735577753480043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-montalbo-family.html' title='From The Montalbo Family'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5882682682285866416</id><published>2007-02-03T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:41:20.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Farah Haseq</title><content type='html'>R.I.P. Mike Ucci...Even if I didnt know you, I wish I did.  You are such a great person in every way.  I wish I knew you because everybody says that you are such a great best friend and you were friends with everybody and anybody...even if you didnt know them at all...If I knew you, I know we could have been the best of friends.  You made everyone smile even for no reason...I wish I had a best friend like that...But now your in such a better place than here...In Heaven, you dont have to worry about anything...Heaven has everything that you could ask for...Every night and day I pray for you that God and His angels are protecting you in every way...You're the BEST angel/guardian angel up there, Mike!! Show the world whats missing!!  I swear I would give up anything just to have you back here with us...I wish that God had the power to bring you back here...In West High...with your family...with us...I wish...One day we will all be up there with you and we will have the best time ever!! GOD BLESS YOU MIKE UCCI!!!! I am also praying day and night that Bret, Marie, and JUstin all feel better soon...Stay strong guys!!! May God and His angels protect all four of you in every way!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;Farah Haseq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5882682682285866416?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5882682682285866416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5882682682285866416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5882682682285866416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5882682682285866416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-farah-haseq.html' title='From Farah Haseq'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8535134526704481194</id><published>2007-02-03T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T14:40:22.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Angel Custodio</title><content type='html'>Although I haven't known Mike as long as most of the people on here.. Mike was truly a blessing to my life. The first time I met him.. I knew i'd never forget him because of his remarkable trademark smile. The smile that could shine on anyone's bad day. Seeing him once or twice, or just random times around, there was never a day where I wouldn't see him happy. Me &amp; Mike had a few inside jokes here and there, although it wasn't much, it was still something I could cherish for a lifetime. I knew that it was something that only him &amp;amp; I could laugh at and no one else would understand.. Mike was a wonderful young man and no one on this earth, could ever replace the happiness that he's brought into each of our lives.. Especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we are left here, with the wonders of why his time had to end so soon.. We have to be strong, and know that everything happens for a reason. We should all be living testimonies for Mike. Pass on his wonderful attitude to the rest of the world. Even though he doesn't remain here w/ us, look deep into your heart, and he'll be there. God gave him talents, faith, and the attitude that deserved to be shared with all the people that surrounded him. I believe, that his mission was accomplished. There would've been no better time to take him. God brings people into this world, and he brings them out.. Most, at unexspected times. But at these times, is when our faith is tested the most. We must remain courageous, and bring joy to the world, just as Mike did for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up every morning.. Being reminded of the pain that's been set upon me.. Makes me not wanna wake up at all. But knowing the fact that he's in a better place, gives me the strength to get up and face the world, just as he would face it too. We are all left bewildered to such things that happen to such great people.. But EVERYTHING happens for a reason. I know for a fact, that Mike was a reason were all living.. To his family and close friends, My prayers are with you all. He touched all of our lives, and that gorgeous smile will leave an imprint on my heart forever. To Bret, Marie, &amp; Justin, you are courageous people, and living testimonies.. You are here for a reason, and may God continue to bless you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mike, for the joy, cheer, and comfort you've brought to my life. I wish God would've given me the time to know you more, but I am so thankful for the time that he did give me. I wouldn't trade it for the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all,&lt;br /&gt;Angel Custodio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8535134526704481194?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8535134526704481194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8535134526704481194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8535134526704481194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8535134526704481194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-angel-custodio.html' title='From Angel Custodio'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8953008334009883148</id><published>2007-02-02T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:36:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sylvia Belmontes</title><content type='html'>To the Ucci family,my heart goes out to you and I will continue to pray for each and everyone of you. I too lost my parents in a car accident and I know how painful it is to accept such a tragedy. You will go through so many emotions and it is all normal. When you feel like crying, cry.The memories you have of your beautiful child will never leave you. You will never forget this sad moment, but I can tell you time heals. Stay strong, your son would have wanted that. Love Sylvia Belmontes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8953008334009883148?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8953008334009883148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8953008334009883148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8953008334009883148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8953008334009883148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-sylvia-belmonte.html' title='From Sylvia Belmontes'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6074503421102685988</id><published>2007-02-02T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:41:08.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Lynette Jones</title><content type='html'>Please let the Ucci Family know that even in this most devestating time Mike is in the best place he could be Heaven. God needed an angel. His sister and family are in my prayers. I don't know them, I live in tracy and drive by the HS and that is how I found out what had happened. I am very sorry for your family's loss. Mike is looking down upon you guys and he is at peace. God's Grace Saves My Soul,Lynette Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6074503421102685988?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6074503421102685988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6074503421102685988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6074503421102685988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6074503421102685988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-lynette-jones.html' title='From Lynette Jones'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-873041463759744569</id><published>2007-02-02T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:39:16.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mike &amp; Debbie Ciulla (cousin)</title><content type='html'>Dear Family,&lt;br /&gt;Please know that our hearts and prayers go out to you.  Nancy Vinciguerra contacted us on Wednesday and told us of your great loss.  We send all our sympathy and prayers for the strength of God to overpower you in the days ahead.  There really is no greater comfort than God Himself in times like these.&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and prayers are with Marie also, as she fights back to health and wholeness.  May you know the great love of God Almighty through the family and friends He has brought alongside.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, Mike and Debbie Ciulla, Boise, Idaho (cousin of Ken Ucci)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-873041463759744569?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/873041463759744569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=873041463759744569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/873041463759744569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/873041463759744569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-mike-debbie-ciulla-cousin.html' title='From Mike &amp; Debbie Ciulla (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-958622546935386225</id><published>2007-02-02T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:20:58.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Erin Latour</title><content type='html'>Hello, My name is Erin, and I am also from Cornwall, Ontario, Canada. I'm a cousin of Justin Baker. What happend that night was very unfortunate and no one should have to deal with that. I don't know Mike personally, but by reading some of the coments that friends &amp; family left him, I know for a fact he was a great guy. We see these tragedies all the time, and we don't realize that it could happen to one of us. Take the time to tell the people you care about how important they are to you. Justin, I know it's been a few years since I've seen you, or talked to you for that matter, but I love you and I miss you sooo much. To everyone who has been affected by this, you're all in my prayers. I wish the best of luck with everything in the future, and to the the Ucci family, everything will be alright. He's looking down and smiling right now because he can see everyone who loves him. Stay strong &amp;amp; God Bless. Erin &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-958622546935386225?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/958622546935386225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=958622546935386225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/958622546935386225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/958622546935386225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-erin-latour.html' title='From Erin Latour'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-3691549157891989133</id><published>2007-02-02T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:19:39.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE FROM FAMILY</title><content type='html'>The services for Michael have not yet been arranged. As soon as they are we will be letting people know so they can make whatever plans they need to make. Thanks for all your care, concern, support and love. The Ucci family appreciate it. At the moment they do not need food, etc as there is plenty. Your prayers and positive thoughts will help with the long term process of grief and healing. The family will read whatever is sent to them, with the suggestion that whatever is sent is to their home. Many thanks to all during these difficult days ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-3691549157891989133?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/3691549157891989133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=3691549157891989133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3691549157891989133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3691549157891989133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/update-from-family.html' title='UPDATE FROM FAMILY'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1214251077103188454</id><published>2007-02-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:47:28.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Shay &amp; Shelby St. Louis</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our names are Shay and Shelby St.Louis. Were from Cornwall Ontario. Our cousine Justin Baker was involve in the accident that took place. Eventhough she will make a full recovery, we would like to offer are sympathy to Mike's  family.  Even though we don't know him, he was a friend of our cousines and this is not something that shoud happen to anyone. Especially at such a young age. However we would like to offer are consolidation to Mike's family in this devastating lost. We will pray for Mike and his family. And for everyone else who was affected by this. Just stick together and stay strong. Many prayers are being said for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way from Cornwall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincereley ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay And Shelby St.Louis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1214251077103188454?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1214251077103188454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1214251077103188454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1214251077103188454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1214251077103188454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-shay-shelby-st-louis.html' title='From Shay &amp; Shelby St. Louis'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5607035943517097195</id><published>2007-02-01T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:40:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jahmae Patague</title><content type='html'>Every morning since the accident I have waken up struggling to face that Mike is really gone.  It`s hard to believe, in fact..it seems so unreal.  I guess the hardest part of understanding &amp; coping through this all is simply because Mike was such a great guy.  He had the personality that made everyone feel like life was worth living.  He was always smiling, always laughing, and always cracking jokes.  He knew how to have fun, &amp; still stay focused on his priorities.  I had Mike in my 6th period class.  We sat next to eachother first semester, &amp; he sat behind me in second semester...although i only met him this year, Mike talked to me as if we knew eachother forever.  Despite having to walk around campus hearing about what happened, or seeing pictures posted of him everywhere...what hurts the post is having to face the fact that Mike Ucci will be marked absent for the rest of this school year.  I have to admit that this whole thing has definitely been a wake up call.  We`re all struggling to find the answers to our questions, wondering why Mike`s life had to end so soon &amp; why things had to happen this way.  But just remember, Mike`s in a better place now...he`s in the safest place he can ever be in.  Just remember if you find yourself really struggling, there`s a God who promised he`d never forsake us.  Trust me on this, God didn`t mean for this to happen so we can suffer in pain... our answers to our questions aren`t being answered so quickly, but I believe God will continue to reveal himself as the days go by.  Heaven is soo lucky to have another angel, &amp; even tho Mike isn`t here with us physically, he`s with us spiritually...&amp;amp; everyday he`s watching over us smiling like he always did. Let`s do the same &amp; smile back... cause if anything, the least Mike would want is for us to be happy. Someday...we`ll meet again.  Rest in Peace Mike Ucci.  You`re forever LOVED &amp; MISSED =) PS- Drive safe, do it for Mike. ...To Bret, Marie, &amp;amp; Justin... stay strong &amp; know you`ve got millions of people praying for you all. Love you &amp;amp; hope to see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5607035943517097195?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5607035943517097195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5607035943517097195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5607035943517097195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5607035943517097195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-jahmae-patague.html' title='From Jahmae Patague'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1459227174804414054</id><published>2007-02-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:39:14.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Diana Duran</title><content type='html'>Mike was like no one I had ever met before.  I met him last summer and I only knew him for a few weeks, and in that small amount of time, he had such an impact on my life. I have never met anyone who was always smiling like him and who always made your day better just by talking to you.  I can't imagine the kind of pain his family is going through, but my condolences goes out to them. The thought of not being able to see him or talk to him anymore is unbelievable, and the pain is unbearable. It still hasn't hit me yet; I keep hoping that none of this is true, but it is, unfortunately. It seems like we take special people like him  for granted everyday, and we do.  I know that this is showing us that we should appreciate everyone special in our lives and to tell them we love them everyday.  It's unfortunate that we had to lose someone so dear to all of us to show us what we should have known all along. Mike will always be in our hearts and we will miss him greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Duran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1459227174804414054?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1459227174804414054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1459227174804414054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1459227174804414054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1459227174804414054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-diana-duran.html' title='From Diana Duran'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8637721473895086693</id><published>2007-02-01T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:33:55.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mary Ellen Martinez (Mama)</title><content type='html'>Dear Jill and Ken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to you in leaps and bounds, to you sweet Jill, we as moms know that there is no greater love than the love we have for our children, for it was that we got to know them before they were born, and what I can only imagine in the most exagerated sense of the word could not even compare to what you are going through, I am thankful that through Colby (Martinez)  Connor, Morris and I have been able to share in a friendship with you and your family, and the precious moments spent with you and Mike getting lost oh so lost trying to find my house to pick Marie up the first time, and I recall Mike didn't mind how lost you guys were, "he was driving" it was a classic moment the grinn he had from ear to ear as you were telling the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mike such a loving and compasionate young man who touched all who he came in contact with daily, only represents the comfort he dwelled in and the kind and loving mother, father and a sister in Marie who adored him just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allthough you having to leave us so soon it brings me great comfort to know that you are now in the site of God himself, and a reminder that the precious gift of life that God gaves us he can easily take away for this we should never take a moment for granted.  Mike I promise that the next time we go to Pier 39, Colby, Connor, Marie, Morris and I, we will take you with us. Mike, I can promise you that Colby will always make sure the way that you did that Marie will be ok... My sweet sweet Marie, we love you and you need to stay strong and endure the road ahead because God has chosen you for a very special reason and your life from here on will prove that there is a God and Mike will be so proud to see and watch over you at the right hand of God our Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that it may not seem so now but just know that there will come a time that you will be able to laugh and smile again and it will be ok to do....  the loss you feel now will become loving memories of who he was and how he will live on in all the lives and hearts that he touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will pray for not only your physical recovery but the recovery of your hearts and souls to mend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We send you all our love, prayers, and incouragment,&lt;br /&gt; Colby, Connor, Morris and I and baby too!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Marie you have to get well soon you  said that you and Colby would babysit one day, you promised and I will hold you to it..,,,, I've sent some pictures so that Mike can take a peek at that fun we had at Pier 39....And we will do it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you and miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Mary Ellen Martinez (Mama)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8637721473895086693?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8637721473895086693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8637721473895086693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8637721473895086693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8637721473895086693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-mary-ellen-martinez-mama.html' title='From Mary Ellen Martinez (Mama)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4382492557187682345</id><published>2007-02-01T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:31:22.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Natalie Rigor</title><content type='html'>I came across Michaels story on-line and was so touched with sadness,  although I did not know this young man and his family please send my prayers to them for the strength to get through this loss.  I have a son who is a freshman in college and in the last 2 years he has lost a few friends from his High School and it is just devastating.   My families love and prayers are with the Ucci family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4382492557187682345?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4382492557187682345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4382492557187682345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4382492557187682345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4382492557187682345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-natalie-rigor.html' title='From Natalie Rigor'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4323730409221316171</id><published>2007-02-01T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T10:31:44.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sheri Savage</title><content type='html'>My heart is heavier than normal knowing another Tracy family has to go through such devastation. Our world turned upside down on Feb. 25th, 2006 when my daughter Kelly, age 22, was killed on Tracy Blvd. Her little Honda was hit head on by a young man driving an SUV who decided to run a red light. I am so very sorry your family and this world has lost yet another very special young person due to another senseless accident. My thoughts have been with your family and friends every day since the accident. What helped me get through the first several weeks was taking lots of deep breaths, forcing myself to eat something and I tried to only concentrate on what I had to do for the day to get through. The rest is too overwhelming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4323730409221316171?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4323730409221316171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4323730409221316171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4323730409221316171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4323730409221316171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-sheri-savage.html' title='From Sheri Savage'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5978488550038555278</id><published>2007-02-01T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T07:32:59.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Rebeca Enzaldo</title><content type='html'>MIKE WAS ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING GUYS I HAVE EVER MET, I DIDNT KNOW MARIE BUT IF SHE IS RELATED TO HIM SHE MUST BE AS GREAT AS HE WAS. HE WILL TRULY BE MISSED BY ALL, AND I HOPE SHE GETS BETTER SOON. TO THE FAMILY, MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU AND I HOPE YOU REMEMBER WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS IN JOHN 5:28,29 - THE TIME WILL COME WHEN ALL THOSE WHO ARE IN THE MEMORY OF GOD WILL HEAR HIS VOICE AND COME OUT. THE BIBLE TALKS ABOUT DIFFERENT PEOPLE WHO WERE RESURECTED BY JESUS IN THE PAST TO ONCE AGAIN JOIN THEIR FAMILIES AND AS YOU CAN TELL BY THIS TEXT GOD PROMISES TO DO IT AGAIN IN THE FUTURE WHERE, LIKE REVELATIONS 21:4 SAYS, THERE WILL BE NO MORE DEATH OR SUFFERING OR PAIN, THESE THINGS WILL BELONG TO THE PAST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5978488550038555278?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5978488550038555278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5978488550038555278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5978488550038555278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5978488550038555278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-rebeca-enzaldo.html' title='From Rebeca Enzaldo'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-3241214091504979229</id><published>2007-01-31T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:07:35.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Lisa Ross</title><content type='html'>Although I never met Mike, I had seen him around school many times and he always was smiling. Many of my friends were close to him and it is hard to find the words to help them through this terrible time. Our school has suffered a terrible loss and feels as if something is missing. Even though it will be hard to get through this, in time we will be ok and everyone will be able to smile when they think of the wonderful times they shared with Mike. My mother once told me when my sister died that, "God needed another angel and he only chooses the best." This helped me through. As for the other victims, I am keeping you and your families in my thoughts. Justin, even though I never really talked to you, 6th period Spanish is so different without you there. I hope that Bret, Marie, and Justin all make it through this, although I know they will have a long recovery ahead of them. To everyone else, we will get through this together. Now we all know that we need to cherish the moments we have, I just wished we didn't need this accident to teach us that.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Ross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-3241214091504979229?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/3241214091504979229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=3241214091504979229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3241214091504979229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3241214091504979229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-linda-ross.html' title='From Lisa Ross'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5282723417950305502</id><published>2007-01-31T21:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:45:23.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Aprilynn Peralta</title><content type='html'>To Mike Ucci and his family...&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to you all and the others who were involved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't find out about Mike W. Ucci's death until Sunday night &amp; the Candle Light Ceremony was already over. I wish I could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the pictures and an overload of myspace bulletins all regarding him was just extremely touching. Although I didn't know him, from all the love, support, and grief that I see ... I KNOW he was and will ALWAYS be a great guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that everyone has for him is extremely strong that it touched me personally. Monday I decided to go visit the site where the accident had happened, I was overwhelmed. I have never seen so much support like that before. As I drove into the West High's parking lot, I made the sign of the cross, almost wanting to cry. It was like I felt everyone's grief and spirit just floating around with Mike`s; it was an amazing yet overwhelming feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish and eveyone else wishes that his life didn't have to end this way; but it did. The only thing we can do to prevent this from happening to other teen drivers out there is to just drive the speed limit. Yes, most of us have passed the speed limit. Yes, it may seem fun sometimes. Yes, you get a thrill from going fast. BUT, sometimes ... once you have have fun or that thrill it may end you life in a split second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't speed, whether it is traffic or not, morning or night. Speeding is not worth your life or the life of others. Speeding is an enemy - an unexpected death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One person can make a difference BUT it shouldn't have to be the death of one's life." -Aprilynn Peralta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike -- Even though I didn't know you, it feels like I've known for forever. Even though we weren't friends, I know that if we met we would be great friends that is why I feel like I've lost a friend. &amp; I know I did because you would be a friend of my future. Maybe we`ll meet in heaven&amp;amp; teach me a few basketball tricks. It`s unfortunate I didn't get to meet you, but I'll take what I know and keep it with me. I`ll miss you&amp; love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always &amp;amp; forever, Aprilynn Peralta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5282723417950305502?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5282723417950305502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5282723417950305502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5282723417950305502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5282723417950305502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-aprilynn-peralta.html' title='From Aprilynn Peralta'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7085536600220154799</id><published>2007-01-31T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:40:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Andrew Huynh</title><content type='html'>I always saw Mike around school. My friends Ariel, Cindy, and Danielle were very close to him. We would always greet eachother when we met at school. I always knew and heard that he was a very friendly guy and he was extremely kind. I used to work at Finishline and he came in one day and I gave him a friendly smile. We were just talking about the little things like how "how's life?" and "doing well in school?" He talked about how he needed money and I suggested he apply for Finishline because I would put in a good word and we could work together. It's a shame that we could never work together. Now that Mike is gone, I wish I could have gotten to know him better. I feel like i took a wonderful individual for granted. I will never have the chance now and I regret it miserably. It is funny how God takes the good ones. The world will not be a better place now that Mike passed away. I guess we can work at Finishline together when it is my time to join him on the otherside. Mike, I didn't get a chance to know you well, but I will always remember you dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7085536600220154799?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7085536600220154799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7085536600220154799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7085536600220154799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7085536600220154799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-andrew-huynh.html' title='From Andrew Huynh'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2940276848990014462</id><published>2007-01-31T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:04:18.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Spadafore Family</title><content type='html'>The Broken Chain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew little that morning that GOD was going to call your name. In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day GOD called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide; and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side. Our family Chain Is Broken, and nothing seems the same; but as GOD calls us one by one, the chain will link again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spadafore Family, our thoughts and prayers are with you. Marie get well soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2940276848990014462?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2940276848990014462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2940276848990014462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2940276848990014462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2940276848990014462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-spadafore-family.html' title='From The Spadafore Family'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2763506940301763920</id><published>2007-01-31T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:26:55.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Cheryl (Carrasco) Elix</title><content type='html'>I just read the article about Mike Ucci.  I went to highschool (Blackford) with his Dad, Ken.  I am so sorry for their loss and I hope their daughter has a rapid recovery.  Not too long ago Ken contacted me via email and we caught up with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the article I knew it had to be Ken's son.  He reminds me of how handsome Ken was at that same age at Blackford.  You can't mistake the smile.  My heart and many prayers go out to Ken, Jill &amp; Marie.  I too have two teenagers and I can't imagine what they are facing.  God only knows the reasons for this things.  I will be praying for all the family.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl  (Carrasco) Elix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2763506940301763920?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2763506940301763920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2763506940301763920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2763506940301763920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2763506940301763920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-cheryl-carrasco-elix.html' title='From Cheryl (Carrasco) Elix'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5406643588751739729</id><published>2007-01-31T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:27:59.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Memorial Video on YouTube.com</title><content type='html'>This is really amazing too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEKvBdEnOZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEKvBdEnOZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5406643588751739729?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5406643588751739729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5406643588751739729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5406643588751739729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5406643588751739729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/mike-memorial-video-on-youtubecom.html' title='Mike Memorial Video on YouTube.com'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7775481067087102420</id><published>2007-01-31T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:26:57.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slideshow put together by the Tracy Press</title><content type='html'>You all are so wonderful for putting this together. Thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it does not start automatically just click the play button in the bottom left corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you have speakers and they are turned on so you can hear the audio portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK HERE---&gt; &lt;a href="http://tracypress.com/slideshows/ucci-1-30-07/index.html"&gt;http://tracypress.com/slideshows/ucci-1-30-07/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7775481067087102420?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7775481067087102420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7775481067087102420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7775481067087102420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7775481067087102420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/audio-video-slideshow-courtesy-of-tracy.html' title='Slideshow put together by the Tracy Press'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4197262971026677920</id><published>2007-01-31T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:00:37.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jim &amp; Dianne Rossi</title><content type='html'>Ken, Jill &amp; Marie:&lt;br /&gt;It is with a heavy heart that we send our thoughts and prayers to you.  Mike has left his mark on this earth, as by the postings on every possible site.  May you find peace within you knowing he was loved by so many.  &lt;br /&gt;Jim &amp;amp; Dianne Rossi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4197262971026677920?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4197262971026677920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4197262971026677920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4197262971026677920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4197262971026677920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-jim-dianne-rossi.html' title='From Jim &amp; Dianne Rossi'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8582255829417433208</id><published>2007-01-31T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:22:29.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ashley Nethercott</title><content type='html'>hi mike.. well i miss you like crazy and i cant wait to see you again..you are always in my heart and my thoughts i love you its just like yesterday i saw you at starbucks smiling it was actually saturday morning but you had that wonderful smile on your face and i know you still do and your smiling down on us i would like to tell you that this tragedy has brought everyone together and everyone loves you..we miss you hunny and i'll think of you everyday until one day when we meet agin.. i love you my angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8582255829417433208?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8582255829417433208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8582255829417433208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8582255829417433208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8582255829417433208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-ashley-nethercott.html' title='From Ashley Nethercott'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7474917961945267576</id><published>2007-01-31T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:55:18.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Amy Montante (aunt)</title><content type='html'>We are overwhelmed by the outpouring of thoughts and prayers for our family.  The community of Tracy is just wonderful....as well as all of our extended family and friends.  Thank you so much!  Please continue to pray for Marie.  She is alert and awake and is determined to stay strong for Michael.  Many of you are asking what you can do.....PRAY!!!!!  Pray for Marie, Bret, and Justin. Many Thanks and God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Montante&lt;br /&gt;Maternal Aunt of Mike and Marie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7474917961945267576?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7474917961945267576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7474917961945267576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7474917961945267576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7474917961945267576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-amy-montante-aunt.html' title='From Amy Montante (aunt)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6342874217546447070</id><published>2007-01-31T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:31:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment Of Silence</title><content type='html'>This Friday, February 2nd at 10:00AM we are requesting a moment of silence for the memory of Michael as he continues his journey to the heavens.  Although his body will remain on earth his soul will be soaring high above us.  Please begin your moment of silence with your head down finding peace and solitude in any way you can.  End your moment of silence by transitioning your head from looking down to looking up into the skies.  Wave, blow him a kiss or say "farewell my friend", just do not say goodbye because that is forever and we will all be fortunate enough to see him again in dreams, memories, pictures or even if it is many years from now when we join him in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6342874217546447070?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6342874217546447070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6342874217546447070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6342874217546447070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6342874217546447070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/moment-of-silence.html' title='Moment Of Silence'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5731712122940345381</id><published>2007-01-31T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:11:51.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell (poem) by Shawn Norris</title><content type='html'>Be thankful, my Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Be of good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;We will never say, "Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"No, not you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Christians, my love.&lt;br /&gt;Who will meet up above.We won't be apart&lt;br /&gt;For I'll be in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave you alone...&lt;br /&gt;You have the Son&lt;br /&gt;And He'll always be&lt;br /&gt;There for you, as He's been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be hard to go,&lt;br /&gt;And to be left, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But we won't say, "Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll say, "So long," you and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5731712122940345381?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5731712122940345381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5731712122940345381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5731712122940345381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5731712122940345381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/farewell-poem-by-shawn-norris.html' title='Farewell (poem) by Shawn Norris'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1133483995732797944</id><published>2007-01-31T07:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:04:57.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning</title><content type='html'>When we love someone and they die, it can feel devastating. This seems to be a universal part of our human experience. But why do we have to suffer like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we humans lived our lives separately from others, needing and relying on no one but ourselves, then the loss or death of another would have little impact. But we are social creatures. Compared to other animals, we spend a remarkably long period of our lives—18 or more years—living with and depending on our parents. We are born into families. We grow and live surrounded and supported by our social environment. We make friends with, go to school with and work with our neighbors. It is part of our makeup to form strong bonds of caring and affection with other people. The forces that draw us to others are so deeply entwined in our nature. We respond to these forces in powerful and seemingly involuntary ways. We feel these pressures keenly when we are lonely and bereft of companionship; when we feel ashamed and fear social disapproval; and especially when we fall in love and long for the love of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At their best, these deeply rooted feelings encourage us to help and protect each other. The resulting bonds bring us help when we need it. It is precisely these feelings that have made our incredibly rich, complex human culture possible. Without it we would be spending our lives trying furtively to gather and hunt enough food to keep ourselves alive from one day to the next. We would have neither the reason nor the ability to pass on what we have learned to others. If we were hurt, we would have only the wisdom of our bodies to heal us.&lt;br /&gt;But we are not solitary, and the price we pay for our attachments is vulnerability—the risk of loss. Because we depend on other people—because they do matter to us—they occupy a special place in our hearts. They are like a part of ourselves and cannot be replaced…any more than our hand or some fond memories could be. When someone we love is gone from our lives, it is as if a piece of us has been torn away. The loss rends the fabric of our lives and the wound must be repaired. Grief is that process by which our minds heal this hurt. For us to go on with our lives and again risk caring about others, we need to let go of those we love who are no longer with us. Through this process of mourning, we gradually accept the loss. We allow the dead to be gone from our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of mourning, there is still sadness, but it is a wistful sadness that is tempered by the happy memories that we still possess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1133483995732797944?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1133483995732797944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1133483995732797944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1133483995732797944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1133483995732797944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/mourning.html' title='Mourning'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5116291353473556922</id><published>2007-01-31T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:48:42.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Services For Michael</title><content type='html'>Many are sending messages requesting information regarding the actual services for Michael.  Please know that the arrangements are being made and will be announced soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for your overwhelming love and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5116291353473556922?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5116291353473556922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5116291353473556922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5116291353473556922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5116291353473556922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/services-for-michael.html' title='Services For Michael'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1289880832856960408</id><published>2007-01-30T21:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:25:20.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Renee Posas</title><content type='html'>Hello Mike...my son went to school with you and Bret at Williams...and I wanted to tell you that you touched him with your laughter and heart... I know how hard this must be for your family and friends left behind and to you I say: Don't cry, for he will always be with you, the sigh in the wind, the rainbow in the sky, the glimpse in the corner of your eye, the scent that reminds you of his presence, the sounds that you hear will always show you that he is near...know that he's never far away, a thought, a prayer, a song will remind you of yesterday...Mike, may you rest in peace and know that your family and friends left behind are much loved and thought of ---Renee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1289880832856960408?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1289880832856960408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1289880832856960408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1289880832856960408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1289880832856960408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-renee-posas.html' title='From Renee Posas'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-3702059781848475731</id><published>2007-01-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:31:15.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Wendy (cousin)</title><content type='html'>Michael is my cousin. He was always special and just had more charisma than any other child I ever knew. He was smart and athletic and funny- and always always sweet and kind. My heart is broken. I will miss his sweet face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-3702059781848475731?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/3702059781848475731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=3702059781848475731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3702059781848475731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/3702059781848475731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-wendy-cousin.html' title='From Wendy (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-5132493761173926119</id><published>2007-01-30T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T15:10:07.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Memorial From Ashley</title><content type='html'>Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mikeucci"&gt;www.myspace.com/mikeucci&lt;/a&gt; This site was put together by a very special friend of Michael.  Thank you for the great pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-5132493761173926119?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/5132493761173926119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=5132493761173926119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5132493761173926119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/5132493761173926119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/myspace-memorial-from-ashley.html' title='MySpace Memorial From Ashley'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1221504571651330794</id><published>2007-01-30T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:29:51.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Angela Knapton</title><content type='html'>I attend Hadwen Park Cong UCC (www.hadwenparkchurch.org) in Worcester, MA with Rick McManus and heard of this sad loss.  I recently had a friend who died in a similar way and I know the deep pain many of you are feeling right now.  Please know that you are all in my thoughts &amp; prayers during this time of sorrow and worry.  I can tell by the many posts here on this page that Mike was truly loved and will be missed greatly.  Please know that Rick’s Church Family here in Massachusetts will be praying for you all.  In deepest sympathy, Angela Knapton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you – this is a wonderful site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1221504571651330794?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1221504571651330794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1221504571651330794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1221504571651330794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1221504571651330794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-angela-knapton.html' title='From Angela Knapton'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4905722700104437464</id><published>2007-01-30T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:28:00.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Courtney Thaler</title><content type='html'>This is hard to figure out what to say...I guess i should start to let you know how i knew Mike...We went to elementary school together and the first time i saw him i remember telling all my friends how cute he was...This was when that game chase was in so i told them i was going to chase him...and i did but the funny thing was i always caught him (i know he let me) we were "boyfriend and girlfriend" When it was time for middle school we went our seperate ways but we always remained friends. We played football or basketball...or we would just hang out at the park with Brett...A couple months ago i ran into him and i had just got my licence so i drove to his house and we talk like we had never been appart...that was the great thing about mike was he always was there and always smiled...Marie and i did the Teddy Bear Tea together and all we talked about was Mike i admitted that i had always had a crush on Mike and Marie just laughed and said who didnt...I was just so Blessed to have known those to im so happy that they were appart of my life...I know that i am a better person to have known him...RIP Mike Put a good word in for me!! Marie remember "i can do all things through christ who strengthens me " Philipians 4:13...I LOVE YOU BOTH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4905722700104437464?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4905722700104437464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4905722700104437464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4905722700104437464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4905722700104437464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-courtney-thaler.html' title='From Courtney Thaler'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2710307295944965729</id><published>2007-01-30T14:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:22:21.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Rick (Beaman) McManus (Cousin)</title><content type='html'>All of our thoughts, prayers, and energy are with Jill, Ken, and Marie during these difficult times. It is clear to see from all of the postings on this website the ways in which Michael touched so many people's lives. Jill, Ken and Marie your family surrounds you during these times to offer hope, strength, and a shoulder to cry on. We are all thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2710307295944965729?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2710307295944965729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2710307295944965729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2710307295944965729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2710307295944965729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-rick-beaman-mcmanus-cousin.html' title='From Rick (Beaman) McManus (Cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2829077513751243226</id><published>2007-01-30T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:21:42.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Julie Bowman</title><content type='html'>On behalf of the whole Sveadal community, we would like to send our sincere condolences to Marie, Jill and Ken on the tragic loss of Mike.   His gregarious personality, darling smile and beautiful blue eyes will be sorely missed at Sveadal.  (Sveadal is the place their family has been vacationing for generations.)  Please let Marie know that our thoughts and prayers are with her as she deals with her recovery.   Keep fighting, Marie, and we all can't wait to see you this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;Julie Bowman Sveadal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2829077513751243226?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2829077513751243226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2829077513751243226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2829077513751243226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2829077513751243226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-julie-bowman.html' title='From Julie Bowman'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6596054540083423000</id><published>2007-01-30T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:51:13.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jake McMaster (cousin)</title><content type='html'>Mike was a good kid and a good person. There were years at Thanksgiving that I was shy and nervous because I didnt see anybody for a year, but mike would always come up to me and talk to me, it always made me feel better. I've been waking up each morning praying to god that it was a bad dream, and every morning im dissapointed knowing that we have all lost a person so dear to our family. To Jill and Ken im so sorry that this  had to happen I can't even imagine how bad you feel. I know how bad me and my family feel we are all deeply moved by all the people that knew and loved Mike. And to Marie be strong , I know you will be and you are one of the strongest people I have ever met in my life, I know you will pull through this ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6596054540083423000?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6596054540083423000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6596054540083423000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6596054540083423000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6596054540083423000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-jake-mcmaster-cousin.html' title='From Jake McMaster (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6863254236749258783</id><published>2007-01-30T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:48:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jessika Brown</title><content type='html'>I'll never forget you Mike.  Gosh, let's see... It's like yesterday me, you, Mercedez, and Cameron were playing outside like 5 year olds haha.  Wow, It's so hard to believe your gone Mike.  So many memories, so many good times.  I'm gonna miss you so much dork.  I wish your whole family the best.  I hope your sister will be ok, I'm sure your looking after her.  I love you Mike. R.I.P.  love always and forever Jessika Brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6863254236749258783?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6863254236749258783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6863254236749258783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6863254236749258783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6863254236749258783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-jessika-brown.html' title='From Jessika Brown'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-9214053497612260161</id><published>2007-01-30T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:47:07.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From James Johnson</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is James Johnson, first off I would like to say to the family you guys are in my thoughts and prayers. I went to school at West High last year and although I did not personally know Mike I would see him around school a lot and he always wore a smile on his face. I have friends who graduated with me last year and other friends who are still at West High who have been deeply hurt by this tragedy. So I can only imagine what you guys are enduring right now, but like I told them God is always here for us, he is here to ease the pain and wipe the tears from our eyes. Im not gonna sit here and say that everything will be ok and that the pain will go away because it wont, and that is all honesty. Just know that God gives us strength to stay strong. When I first heard the verse Isaiah 53:5 which states "..by his stripes we are healed" I always took that as being healed from physical pain, but also at the same time it is emotional healing as well. God is the one who brings super natural healing. I have prayed for your family every night since I heard of the accident and I just pray that God brings a spirit of peace over your hearts and over your household. Love you all and I pray that God gives you all the strength to continue to press on. God is faithful to what he has promised, he was there for me when I lost my mother in February of 2004 as a 15 year old sophmore and was there for me again 2 months later in April when I lost my friend Ashley in an accident. So know that God will never leave you or forsake you. Much Love and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;James Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-9214053497612260161?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/9214053497612260161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=9214053497612260161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9214053497612260161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9214053497612260161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-james-johnson.html' title='From James Johnson'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-9095018780358051275</id><published>2007-01-30T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:46:27.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mike "across the street"</title><content type='html'>Jason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping in the way that you have.  The family obviously needed your talents to channel the thoughts and comments of all those touched by the tragic loss of their son Mike and great injuries to their daughter Marie.  I am a long time neighbor of the Ucci's, I live directly across the street and remember the day the Uccis' moved into the neighborhood.  Ken was grateful to get such a deal on a nice place on such a quiet cul de sac in which to raise his two young children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Mike at age 3 and (Marie) "Ree" as they called her when she was so small at maybe only 18 months old.  The kids would marvel at the motorcycles in my garage and waddle over to Mikes house across the street to see the motorcycles up close.  Both of them would plea for me to lift them up and sit them on the bikes so they could pretend they were driving that motorcycle all by themselves!  The excitement and joy in both their eyes as they "drove" that motorcycle, you could almost see their hair blowing in the wind as they whizzed by on their magic ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill never forget those moments of passion in those 2 kids eyes as they roared the streets of Tracy on my motorcycle, well, at least until mom called them in for lunch!  I will miss Mikes big grin as he would always wave over to me as he and I each mowed our lawns on glorious sunny weekend afternoons.  Mike took pride in grooming the family's front yard, his face beamed it every time and it showed in his workmanship each and every time.  Marie always with a shy smile as she walked to and from the family home with her friends.  The kids had lots of friends because they we so likeable.  What wonderful kids they turned out to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mourn the loss of a son for Ken and Jill as I too have a grown son and daughter, but also for the loss of such a great person.  I will miss Mike.  I pray for Marie that she pull through for herself and her mom and dad.  They will certainly need her even more from this day forward.  I also offer myself in anyway that the family needs my assistance.  I am retiring in 3 weeks at the young age of 50 and will be available to help the family as much as I can at that time.  Please pass on my condolences to Ken and Jill, and let them know I'm here for them in any way that I can help them.  My thoughts and prayers are also with the other two who were seriously injured that night and that they make full recoveries.  I know Bret as he is also a neighbor and respectful young man.  I spoke with him briefly last month just 2 days before Christmas as he worked stocking shelves at Longs.  We talked about new horizons that awaited him as the family seemed headed down south where his dad had been transferred to work.  I reassured him that it was a new beginning and to grasp it with open mind, he agreed with me.  That was the last time I spoke with Bret before this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike "across the street".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-9095018780358051275?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/9095018780358051275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=9095018780358051275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9095018780358051275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9095018780358051275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-mike-across-street.html' title='From Mike &quot;across the street&quot;'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1594124510045187624</id><published>2007-01-30T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:44:58.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jason DePeralta</title><content type='html'>As you all know, our fellow classmate and most of all, friend, Michael Ucci has passed away at the scene of the accident on Saturday night 1/27/07.&lt;br /&gt;However, we must all be strong; Mike would have wanted all of us to stay happy even though he is gone; we was a very kind and caring man. No matter how much crying there is, he will not come back; all we can do now, is pray for his spirit, for he as at a better place now, also pray for Bret, Marie, and Justin, and support their family and eachother. Let this be a lesson to all of you drivers out there; Please be careful and drive safely. Slow down on your driving and stay close to speed limit. Such as myself, I have learned from this. I, myself am a fast driver also, and need to slow down; not only for my safety, but also for the safefy of others. So please, all of you drivers out there, please drive safe.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and prayers to Bret, Marie, and Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Michael Ucci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1594124510045187624?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1594124510045187624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1594124510045187624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1594124510045187624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1594124510045187624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-jason-deperalta.html' title='From Jason DePeralta'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1362195895983718296</id><published>2007-01-30T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:43:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Scott McMaster (cousin)</title><content type='html'>We are all eternal beings.These bodies are used but for only one lifetime, but our soul… our souls are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jill and Ken went before God with their planned “Blueprints” for these lives, God explained that Michael had other responsibilities with God, and would need to “go home” after only a short 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much thought, Jill and Ken said they understood, and this would be fine. They would much prefer to share 17 years of these lives with Mike, than none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God explained that there would be much pain and sorrow when Mike went home so early.  Regardless of how God needed to bring Michael home, there would be pain and sorrow so deep that he was not sure they could recover from it and continue on with the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their greater perspective with God, Jill and Ken understood that out of great suffering comes the opportunity for great growth, and the opportunity to know and love God, and themselves, and life, more fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I help?” Asked Marie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes.”  Answered God.  “You will remain as Jill and Ken’s angel on earth, giving them reason to live and purpose for going on, when Mike needs to return home.  Marie, there will be very, very deep pain and sorrow for you during this time as well.  There may be some serious physical pain for you as well. Are you sure you will have the strength to recover and continue on to live a full and productive life after I bring Mike home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, God.”  Marie answered.  “I can recover. And we will all have you God, to help us recover.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael spoke. “God, is it possible for you to help me remain a part of Mom and Dad and Marie’s lives after I leave the physical body and come Home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course.”  God said.  “That will be important.  All that will be required is that your Dad, Mom or Marie simply think of you, and I will bring you to them.  You will visit them in their thoughts, you will be able to speak to them whenever they remember their Love for you, and whenever they remember your Love for them.  And you will visit them in their dreams.  You will be summoned immediately, whenever they choose.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ken, Jill and Marie… you will not have much time together while Mike is in his physical body, 17 years is not very long.  I want you all to spend as much of that time together in joy and well-being as possible, so I will be bringing Mike home suddenly. Do not despair about this, and do not give any thought to how I decide to bring Michael home. Know that all that are involved on Earth will be acting as my angels, assisting me.  And know that Michael will never be alone.  Not for one split second, Michael will never be alone.  He will go directly from your loving care to mine. He will not suffer physically, and he will not be alone.  I will personally choose the team of angels that will bring Michael home to me, they will be familiar to him, they will be filled with Love for him, and they will guide him Home in safety and with Love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jill, Ken and Marie, it will be important for you all to remember to connect only with Michael’s life. Remember Michael with Love, and remember to Love Michael.  That is how you will be able to go on.  Do not waste time thinking about how he left his body.  There is nothing to be gained from these types of thoughts. Do not waste time thinking about Michael’s body after he has left it. His body will have served him well on earth.  Once Michael comes home it will be important to think only about his life, his heart and his Love, after all, this is the essence of Michael.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, I will be here to help you through this. But I will need much help also. That is where your loving families and many wonderful friends will come in. They will Love you, and in loving you they will remind you to Love.  At times of great sorrow it can be difficult to find enough loving thoughts to connect with those that are no longer in physical bodies. Remember, it is through Love that we are One.  It will be important to allow the Love of your family in during this time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jill, Ken and Marie, I will be sending Gifts of Love to you during this troubling time through your family and through your friends. They will remind you of My Love.  They will remind you of Michael’s Love. Their very presence will remind you to hold only Love in your hearts and only Love in your thoughts. Your Loving thoughts will bring you closer to Me, and closer to Michael.”&lt;br /&gt;________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who love my cousin Jill, my friend Ken, Marie, Bret, Justin, and their families, and to all who love Mike. There is great healing through Love and Compassion. Your willingness to be present with your sorrow and grief while supporting and loving those that remain is a great Gift of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have great power in our thoughts. In your grief, do not forget to reach for thoughts that feel better. Sometimes the best thought we can reach for still feels unbelievably painful. That is ok. This will not last forever, but do not forget to continue to reach, always reach, for thoughts that feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cannot hear or feel God or your angels, let go of all thoughts that are bringing you fear, pain, worry or sorrow.  Reach for more loving thoughts, more loving thoughts of yourself, more loving thoughts of God, or more loving, joyful thoughts of Michael, who is once again a non-physical angel. Reach for any Loving thoughts that bring you closer to joy. Just as there is no guilt or shame in moving through grief and deep sorrow, there is neither guilt nor shame in reaching for loving joyful thoughts at this time. Neither God, nor Mike want you to feel unhappy or sad. Grieve as much as you need to, then reach for loving thoughts of Michael that bring you joy to remember. Cry when you must, then when you’re able, put the sadness, fear or grief aside, and think of a joyful, wonderful memory of Mike, Jill, Ken, Marie, Bret or Justin, and feel better. If only for a moment, feel better, and while you’re feeling better send that Loving Joyful energy to them. There is great healing power in that Loving, Joyful memory, and right now, for those that are still struggling through so much, it is one of the greatest Gifts of Love that can be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love, Jill’s cousin Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1362195895983718296?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1362195895983718296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1362195895983718296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1362195895983718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1362195895983718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-scott-mcmaster-cousin.html' title='From Scott McMaster (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7778485691489180665</id><published>2007-01-29T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:23:22.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Kody (cousin)</title><content type='html'>I really just cant believe he is gone, I have some great memories with both Mike and Marie that I will never forget. I pray for Aunt Jill and Uncle Ken and Marie. I love all you guys so much you are in my thoughts and prayers everyday Love, Kody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7778485691489180665?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7778485691489180665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7778485691489180665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7778485691489180665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7778485691489180665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-kody-cousin.html' title='From Kody (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2406190293396869589</id><published>2007-01-29T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:12:19.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Richard Blisard</title><content type='html'>No Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words today, I can not speak.&lt;br /&gt;People smile at me - I can not smile back.&lt;br /&gt;My day is filled with questioning.&lt;br /&gt;My night is filled with doubt, anguish and sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We must try to continue and carry on, but it seems senseless.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I must work.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why my son was taken from me.&lt;br /&gt;My children are my life.&lt;br /&gt;I must recognize all people that I have been blessed knowing and love.&lt;br /&gt;I must keep them with me when I wake, and when I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be taken to a point of regret.&lt;br /&gt;I will take my son’s spirit and carry it with me every day I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness I feel makes me wander, but the love I feel will guide me back home.&lt;br /&gt;I will spread his laughter to the ends of the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2406190293396869589?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2406190293396869589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2406190293396869589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2406190293396869589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2406190293396869589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-richard-blisard.html' title='From Richard Blisard'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-9018471506653901869</id><published>2007-01-29T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:08:34.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Danny DeKasha</title><content type='html'>Mike WOW&gt; we had some good times in 6th period that will never be forgotton. I just wish you were here long enough to see how many people care about you and to see how much people miss you. You truely have left an imprint on so many peoples lives and you will be rememberd forever by all of us. We lost a wolf but heaven gained an Angel and I know you'll be looking down on all of us. Until that day we meet again in heaven you will be ingraved in our hearts. God Bless You!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-9018471506653901869?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/9018471506653901869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=9018471506653901869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9018471506653901869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/9018471506653901869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-danny-dekasha.html' title='From Danny DeKasha'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1019601541121457674</id><published>2007-01-29T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:06:07.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Rebecca Davis</title><content type='html'>29-months ago, my son Nicholas (aged 17) was killed in a car crash.  He wrapped my car around a tree in front of his High School (Laguna Creek H.S.) in Elk Grove.  I just wanted you to know that I am thinking of your family and my prayers are with you.   Please know that you are not alone in this pain and that you can and will survive this, even if you don't want to.  If you ever need to talk I am here for you.  I took great comfort when things were at their worst knowing that Nick loved life and lived every moment of it.  It sounds very much like your son also loved life.  He sounds like a wonderful son and brother.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of you, please know that my prayers are with you and your daughter at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need to talk, please feel free to contact me at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Davis&lt;br /&gt;bekahd@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mother does not bury her son in the ground; she buries him in her heart"&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    -Korean Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1019601541121457674?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1019601541121457674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1019601541121457674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1019601541121457674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1019601541121457674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-rebecca-davis.html' title='From Rebecca Davis'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8248848575883805061</id><published>2007-01-29T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:16:33.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Heather W</title><content type='html'>I am praying for all the families and the kids involved in this tragic accident. My love goes to the Clifton family, as I know them personally. They are kind, supportive, and loving people. I know that if there is any way they could have prevented this accident, they would have done it. Please send positive thoughts, and strength to all the kids and their families. They need it and will continue to need it in the days &amp; months &amp;amp; years to come. I remember being a teenager and a lot of us thought we were invincible and egged each other on to prove it. I don't know what happened in that car before the accident. I will not judge these kids while they are still battling for their lives. Unfortunately, most people are not impacted by a tragedy like this unless it happens to them. Please let this young man's life serve to save other people's lives. That won't make the loss any easier for the family. I hope they are able to cry, mourn, and grieve for this horrible loss of their son. I wish I could help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8248848575883805061?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8248848575883805061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8248848575883805061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8248848575883805061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8248848575883805061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-heather-w.html' title='From Heather W'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8262378993007363506</id><published>2007-01-29T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:59:17.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Karla de Guzman</title><content type='html'>Knowing that I won't ever see Mike again is heart-wrenching. He was such a fun guy that always had a smile on his face. It was so hard seeing that empty seat right next to me. I've known Mike for a couple of years and I can't really believe he's gone. He was always that guy who could bring a smile to your face. Everything feels so unreal. I pray for the families. As we cope with the loss of our friend, let us come together and not mourn for his death, but praise the life of Micheal Ucci. He will always be in our hearts and live on in our memories. I wish Justin, Marie, and Justin the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8262378993007363506?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8262378993007363506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8262378993007363506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8262378993007363506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8262378993007363506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-karla-de-guzman.html' title='From Karla de Guzman'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7166829985571155630</id><published>2007-01-29T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:51:54.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason, Season or a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.  Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7166829985571155630?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7166829985571155630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7166829985571155630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7166829985571155630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7166829985571155630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='Reason, Season or a Lifetime'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4941638827982756269</id><published>2007-01-29T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:40:37.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Brittany Dunnington</title><content type='html'>although i was never close with mike i would take away the moon and stars just to have him back... He was a face i passed on my way to class, he was the one with the smile i pray for his sister, for bret, for justin and their families to get better.This tragedy has left me with great emptiness that doesnt know how to be filled. Just so you know Mike, i'll be looking for your face at the heavenly gates. god bless all who are suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4941638827982756269?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4941638827982756269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4941638827982756269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4941638827982756269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4941638827982756269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-brittany-dunnington.html' title='From Brittany Dunnington'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-8314670145830710237</id><published>2007-01-29T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:38:25.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Audrey Mains</title><content type='html'>WOW well i am bret cliftons girlfriend my name is audrey and let me tell you all how devastating this is! i do not know what to think. im sorry that things in life are like this but we all have to remember that god works in the most mysterious ways you know everything happens for a reason and maybe this was a reminder to let everyone know that this could happen to anyone. We are all very sad and I hurt very much to know that the person I care for the most in my life is hurt. All anyone can do is pray and thank the lord that the ones that didn't pass away are still here to be loved and as for mike well hes in such a better place! He will RIP! And to these familys that are going through this. I can just imagine what they are going through! Bret and Mike were the best of friends and I know what I would feel if I lost my best friend but like i said Im thanking god because he is still here! RIP Mike Ucci and Get better justine and Marie and as for Bret...Well You are everything to me I love you sooo much and YOU WILL GET THHROUGH THIS! I WILL BE PRAYING FOR YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-8314670145830710237?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/8314670145830710237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=8314670145830710237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8314670145830710237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/8314670145830710237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-audrey-mains.html' title='From Audrey Mains'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-7265360482074254269</id><published>2007-01-29T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:34:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Paul David</title><content type='html'>As everyone has said in the comments above me, Rest In Peace Mike. I may not have known you very well, but i've heard from my Girlfriend that you were a great guy in her Summer School Class. I wished I could have met you before this tragic accident, but sometimes life is unfair to us. But everything has a reason behind it, and it looks like God needs your help up there. It is right now tragic to everyone right now, but as life progresses forward, we will become strong and we will remember you as a strong person who changed our lives for good. Rest in peace Mike, may God be with you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7265360482074254269?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7265360482074254269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7265360482074254269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7265360482074254269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7265360482074254269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-paul-david.html' title='From Paul David'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-4431513478231894477</id><published>2007-01-29T19:32:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:33:40.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Brittany Adams</title><content type='html'>I met mike my junior year (last year)... He was in my geometry class first period with mr. keating... I know that if you were to ask mike that he may say he didnt remember me but we saw each other everyday and said hi every now-and-again when he passed by me to get his book... it is very sad to know that someone i knew died... i send all my love, prayers, support to the Ucci family as well as the families of the other Victims... I am sorry that this happened and i wish i could fix it but that is something we can't do... That is all thr more reason for us to stick together and stay strong and support the victim's families... R.I.P. MIKE!!! Love, Brittany&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-4431513478231894477?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/4431513478231894477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=4431513478231894477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4431513478231894477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/4431513478231894477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-brittany-adams.html' title='From Brittany Adams'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6933783775353459392</id><published>2007-01-29T19:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:32:43.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Diane Smith</title><content type='html'>I knew Michael and Marie when they were just 3 &amp;amp; 4 years old, they were the sweetest most adorable children. After reading the postings I see that the grew into wonderfull teenagers! My prayers are with Marie for a full speedy recovery and to Jill and the family my heart goes out to you in your loss of a truly special Son. I will also be praying for the other 2 teenagers and their family's, God Bless you! Diane Smith PawPrints Preschool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6933783775353459392?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6933783775353459392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6933783775353459392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6933783775353459392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6933783775353459392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-diane-smith.html' title='From Diane Smith'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-1958001799519694792</id><published>2007-01-29T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:22:22.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mrs. Burns / FBLA Advisor</title><content type='html'>Jason It is with somber heart that I write this to you and your family. Michael was a valued member of the FBLA at West High School, as too are Marie, Justin and Brie Cardoza. As co-advisor to the organization, I can only say how taken asunder I feel by this horrific tragedy. My own children, ages 9 and 5, know Mike, Marie and Justin from their FBLA involvement…Mike carrying my 5 year old son on his shoulders and showing him how to wash cars, and all of them accepting my 9 year old daughter as one of their own walking in the homecoming parade. FBLA customarily meets Tuesday and we are not foregoing our meeting tomorrow, but have changed our agenda to include specifically…ways in which we may give back to the Ucci and Baker families in such as way as their children have given to us. We plan to discuss the possibility of establishing a meal schedule, a yard maintenance schedule, a dog walking schedule, a house cleaning schedule….anything that we could possibly do that would allow you and your family to concentrate on what truly matters at this time rather than daily duties. I do believe that campus people have attempted to contact yours and other family spokespeople to gain answers to these questions, but I am asking for your guidance directly. Our interest and ability are only limited by what we are asked to do…so please feel free to make a list, no matter how long it may be, as to what we can do collectively and/or individually to show our support to your family. Along with the students/members of FBLA, I too am a local long time Tracy resident and will devote any and all time needed to your family. Mike dreamed of becoming FBLA President next year, his Senior year…I am truly at a loss for words other than that. Please let me know what your thoughts are on this matter. Blessings Lisa-Marie Burns School to Careers Department Marketing, Intro. to Business, Computer Literacy West High School FBLA Advisor lmburns@tusd.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-1958001799519694792?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/1958001799519694792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=1958001799519694792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1958001799519694792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/1958001799519694792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-fbla-advisor.html' title='From Mrs. Burns / FBLA Advisor'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-2330418706562958748</id><published>2007-01-29T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:16:52.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You To The Tracy Press</title><content type='html'>We would like to say thank you to the Tracy Press for allowing the family, friends and community to post comments.  We thank everyone for those kind words.  You will notice that all of the comments have been removed.  The ability to leave comments on the Tracy Presses site is something very new for them and they found it very difficult to moderate so they took it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a big thanks to the Tracy Press for starting it all.  We will just finish it all here where all content can be moderated by family as it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-2330418706562958748?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/2330418706562958748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=2330418706562958748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2330418706562958748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/2330418706562958748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-to-tracy-press.html' title='Thank You To The Tracy Press'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6874060207863973741</id><published>2007-01-29T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:55:53.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from the "ETC" Family (Elaine/Tony/Colt)</title><content type='html'>God please continue to look over Mike Ucci and the other passengers involved in Saturday's accident. My heart and prayers go out to their friends and familes. After losing my own son, Tony Crable (January 15, 2006 also from an accident), we found comfort being with our friends and family. When we lose someone we love, the loss seems too great to bear. God sends us friends to comfort us to show that he deeply cares. Let them be there for you. Don't cry because God has decided he needed Mike with him, smile because he was here with you. Let the memories fill your hearts instead of sorrow. Share stories to help mend your hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6874060207863973741?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6874060207863973741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6874060207863973741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6874060207863973741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6874060207863973741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-from-etc-family-elainetonycolt.html' title='Love from the &quot;ETC&quot; Family (Elaine/Tony/Colt)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-783648106711855667</id><published>2007-01-29T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:16:53.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Linda Silva (cousin)</title><content type='html'>I am still having such a hard time believing this tragedy actually happened. Jill, you and Ken are living every parent's nightmare. Our prayers and love are with you and we are praying for Marie, of course. I remember when our kids were teenagers, i worried everytime they left the house. You are where, except for the grace of God, all parents could be. You should, when the shock and disbelief dim, be very proud of the beautiful son, inside and out, you raised together. It is clear from the emails here that Mike was much loved and respected by his peers. That says alot about him, and his friends too. Marie, please, please be strong and pull thru this the best way you can. Know you have a great big support group out here pulling for all of you, and your friends Brett and Justin. It says in the article that excessive speed was involved, so a lesson to all, not just teenagers, to be more careful. Lives can change forever in the blink of an eye. Jill, Ken and Marie, the extended family that my son Jason wrote about above are all praying for you and wish there were something we could do to ease this for you. i realize there is nothing we can do but love all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-783648106711855667?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/783648106711855667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=783648106711855667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/783648106711855667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/783648106711855667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-linda-silva-my-mother.html' title='From Linda Silva (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-6247719617587943252</id><published>2007-01-29T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:32:21.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original News Post / Tracy Press</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tracypress.com/content/view/7457/2/" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Due to copyright laws we cannot post pictures or content originally posted/printed by the Tracy Press.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-6247719617587943252?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/6247719617587943252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=6247719617587943252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6247719617587943252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/6247719617587943252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/original-news-post-tracy-press.html' title='Original News Post / Tracy Press'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-925606683358942034</id><published>2007-01-29T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T20:34:29.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE NEWS:  Tracy Press</title><content type='html'>Please reference the local newspaper &lt;a href="http://www.tracypress.com" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; for the latest news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-925606683358942034?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/925606683358942034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=925606683358942034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/925606683358942034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/925606683358942034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-news-tracy-press.html' title='IN THE NEWS:  Tracy Press'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8368311546193793052.post-9198258680490424140</id><published>2007-01-29T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T13:07:16.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE TO VISITORS</title><content type='html'>Please use the link at the bottom of the page to sign in so you can leave your own post or you can leave comments for other posts.  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This is awful. There is really no other reason for this other than Michael's days were numbered and I am sorry I did not know what that number was so I could have taken the time to get to know this wonderful young man (my cousin) better. I truly believe that all of our days are numbered it would be much easier to know what that number was so we can take the time out of our so called "busy" schedules to get to know our families a little better, our friends a little better and other significant beings a little better. This is the time to be reminded that it is most important to let everyone in your life know exactly how you feel about them. Do not let a day go by without saying those words; otherwise you will never forgive yourself if your chance is eliminated by unfortunate times like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a young age I moved away to make my place in this world and as I have I feel as if I have grown apart from my family missing out on special annual gatherings (Thanksgiving). Where everyone takes the special opportunity that was started by Nana and Squeaky to get together and catch up on everyone’s life. It has taken a terrible tragedy like this for me to realize that I have been extremely selfish in my own life to not take advantage of that time to get closer to my family. Although we have different lives and views we all share something much thicker and that is blood. I am kicking my own ass for this between the tears now.  I do remember Jill beating the odds and with Ken's help having two of the most beautiful children. Those huge eyes. Before I moved away I attended the holiday gathering and remember these beautiful children running about with all of the other kids having the time of their life as I did in my early years with all of the kids my age or who is part of my generation. The fun we had. I just hope that even though the evening ended in tragedy that the time leading up was one of the most fun times Michael has ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading the comments left on the &lt;a href="http://www.tracypress.com"&gt;Tracy Presses&lt;/a&gt; website I am obviously saddened by our loss but happy because Michael had such great friends. We already know he has a great family but great friends are hard to find. As Michael's friends remember him please do not allow you to rage because of the loss but celebrate his life. As the days pass remember the great young man that Michael was and know that we are all better for knowing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie, my prayers are with you. God may have one hand on you but remember our family is HUGE and all of our hands are on you as you pull through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill and Ken, I love you. May you find the strength to get through this. When you find yourself asking WHY try to remember that everyone is put into our life for a "reason", a "season", or for a "lifetime". Know that Michael was given to you for a "reason" and he will be remembered for a "lifetime".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8368311546193793052-7988753971716781044?l=michaelucci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/feeds/7988753971716781044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8368311546193793052&amp;postID=7988753971716781044&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7988753971716781044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8368311546193793052/posts/default/7988753971716781044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelucci.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-reading-posts-left-on-pages-of-tracy.html' title='From Jason Silva (cousin)'/><author><name>JS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
