local vocal: Remembering Trey Michaud
As many may have heard by now, our good friend Trey was shot and killed in my house. I found the body. I called 911. I did everything that I could. It was the worst day of my life, the worst thing I have ever seen, the worst thing I have ever had to go through. I try to take comfort in the fact that he did not feel any pain, and died with a smile on his face. I’m sick of telling the story, but I still run those events through my mind constantly, and probably will for quite some time. My face hurts from crying for three days, and I know that I am not the only one.
Trey was a truly beautiful person. I only knew him for a few months, but in that time, I felt as though I got to know him pretty well. He was one of those people that you meet for the first time and you instantly know that this is a great person. I did not get to know him nearly long enough. I never met anyone that didn’t like him, or that had anything bad to say about him.
I just want to say God bless Trey. God bless Trey’s family and watch over all of us, the survivors, the ones that have to suffer. I just cannot thank his family and friends for making me feel so loved and accepted. Though it was hard to do, when I met Trey’s father, I don’t know that I’ve ever been so honored to meet a man. I want to thank Eddie and Leo and everyone else up at New York Pizza for their comfort and words and love, as well as the rest of the local community. It’s those people of Tate Street and Mendenhall, and even many that don’t live there, they are of there. It’s for all my friends who instantly offered any kind of help: money, clothes, food, a place to stay. I must be the most blessed guy in the world to have such a fine group of people I am honored to call friends, and honored more so that they call me the same. Everyone where I work at CafÃ© Europa has been exceptionally caring and understanding and cooperative about this, and I must say I wouldn’t want to work anywhere else. The crew at Solaris has been equally ready and understanding to offer all the love and compassion and repeated promises of, ‘“Anything you need, man, just call me, anything.’” But it’s mostly all the warm hugs, handshakes, kind words and shoulders to cry on that have helped me the most, even from people I have never met before. I cannot thank you all enough for trying to make this as easy as possible. May the good Lord bless and keep all of you.
I think Leo at NYP pointed it out the best, that it’s not the people that have passed on that have it hard, its the people who survive them that have to suffer. Again, I urge everyone to pray for the family of Trey and all his friends. We all knew Trey in our own special way, and we are all hurting and grieving in our own special way. I also have to urge everyone that I know in my heart Trey would not want this to ruin anyone’s life. We can let this defeat us, or we can keep moving and get on with our lives, as impossible as that seems I know. Trey is still with us actually in many ways. He’s in our hearts and our memories, in his music, everyone he made smile or laugh, Trey lives on.
Again, my thanks and love and prayers go out to everyone touched by this horrible and senseless tragedy and I thank everyone who has been there for me on this.
We Love You Trey.