Hey all
As some of you may have heard, a 25 year old man was fatally injured in a motorcycle accident on September 1th (last week). The man was/ is one of my best friends, Michael Stonestreet.
He was life-flighted to Ruby Memorial where yesterday, the 15th, his parents removed him from the vent he'd been placed on.
Doctors say that it could take hours, days, or weeks for what little brain activity he has left to cease, and when that happens his heart will cease too.
When I heard the news six days later I was (and still am) devastated. I was just in WV this weekend, and If I had been on myspace more the day of the 11th I would have known that had happened.
Something like this should not have happened to someone so sweet and young.
For those of you who didn't know him, or never had the pleasure of meeting him as I did, Stoney was just a fun lovable teddy bear.
I remember the night we first met. We were at a friend's house, alcohol involved of course, and I actually hadn't had anything to drink. We immediately connected when tattoos and our star signs became the topics of choice. Stoney, a fellow Gemini, loved tattoos just as much as me, and we talked about those subjects all night. When I began to drink, Stoney watched over me making sure that I was alright. Ten, or twelve, shots later I was plastered off my a**. Wouldn' t you know it that he lifted me up into his arms, and put me to bed. That was my first, and last, drunk...EVER!
In the amount of time that we knew each other, he confessed that he liked me, and wanted to take me out on a date sometime. It was arranged some months later. Stoney picked me up a block from my place in his mother's vehicle. We went to dinner at BW3's for some wings, and then off tot he hot air balloon festival in Morgantown. I have to admit that it was a very romantic night. If it hadn't of been for the then age difference, yes, I would have considered being his girl friend. Stoney was (and still is for the moment) a wonderful guy.
I don't believe in any form of religion, but I am keeping him in my thoughts. You can call it a prayer, you can call it wishful thinking, but I know that no miracle will come from what has happened. Stoney is brain dead, but what I wouldn't give for him to bounce right the ******** back. I'd sell my soul to some evil spirit to see him get out of that bed in Morgantown, dust himself off, and continue with his life.
So, just keep this man in your thoughts and prayers. I don't know that he is suffering. He's in a drug induced coma, so I assume that he feels nothing. As I said, Stoney was/is one of my best friends, and his life has been cut short by a sick twist of fate. The Queen of Diamonds has won once more.
With all my love
Marissa
Raven Rae Knight Community Member 
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