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Micah McGibbon

May 10, 1983 ~ June 30, 2019 (age 36)

If someone would have told me that on Sunday June 30th at 9:30am, I would find my brother’s lifeless body at my parent’s house, I would have given anything to prevent that miserable scene.  Micah Vernon Roy McGibbon was a powerhouse of cool, and a whirlwind of joy.  It may not be typical for one to admire his younger sibling, but he had every bit of the charm that many guys struggle to match.

We were separated by eight years in age, so he spent much of his early life being a brat.  As a five-year-old one of his favorite games was “I’m the boot, and you’re the car!”, a game in which I would try to walk around the house with his arms wrapped around one of my legs.  Not very amusing to an annoyed young teenager, but one of my cherished memories now that I’m a grown up.

As he grew up he carried himself with great confidence, and always came with jokes.  He had a keen eye for style and fashion.  His wardrobe was as expansive as it was expensive…..although a significant portion of the clothes came from my closet.

His skills on the basketball court were undeniable.  I can remember a time when our brotherly trash talk spilled over into an intense game of one-on-one hoops at the park down the street.  I assumed that I could easily mop up the floor with him, just wait for him to drive to the whole and give him the Mutumbo treatment every time.   After 30 minutes of cross over dribbles, sore ankles, and surprise fade away jumpers, I was waiving the white flag unapologetically. 

At the ripe age of 23, his pride and joy, Sarak who is now 13 years of age, entered the world for the first time.  Sarak was priority number one above all else.  Any conversation with Micah would sooner or later turn to how well his growing son was doing in academics, sports, and life in general.  He passed on his wisdom, his athleticism, his kindness, and his winning smile to young Sarak.  Micah and Sarak would often join forces to make fun of me, so I had to start building my own army to retaliate.  Michela (5) and Amaya (3) were supposed to take their father’s side, but Micah charmed my daughters into becoming turncoats.  Micah really had that effect on young ladies and truthfully, on everyone he came in contact with.

Saturday night the world was robbed of a priceless gem. 

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