Michael Joseph Cortes

To the family and friends of Michael, I'm so sorry for your loss. Please know that this isn't what god intended. He promises us with a beautiful hope of a resurrection to a paradise earth. We will be able to see our loved ones without suffering, pain, and all the misery we see today. To read more about the hope for those that have "Fallen asleep in death" and Jesus will awaken them again please visit www.jw.com Shellye Andrus

One of my fondest memories was when we were at my grandmother's house. We were drawing and sharing the pure joy of creativity. We were beautiful... Children Of the Sun... I remember you introduced me to this song ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNBb7SUqSzg ... I loved you dearly, but you couldn't see it when I returned, because those who would deceive you had your ear. Now that you have taken your celestial flight into the next dimension, I hope that you now know that I was true to you, because in life you chose gossip over truth. You chose cocaine, methamphetamine, cowardice, and lies over truth and love. You blamed me because you couldn't carry the weight of your own irreparable mistakes. Lies and gossip gave you an easy way out. If the goal was self-sabotage, than you certainly achieved glowing success when it came to consistently making piss-poor choices and jaw-droppingly stupid decisions. ...You never knew who your real friends were... The last time I saw you was in 1994... You asked me to proof-read a rambling, paranoid letter that you were planning to send to the President. While we talked, you made sure to take me down a few notches, making insulting digs at my character and refusing to let me hug you when I stupidly attempted to respond compassionately to your manipulative self-pity. I never saw you again. When I learned of your passing, I had questions---"How?"... "Why?" ... I searched for clues or answers--- finding only this ------... http://www.wiwd.uscourts.gov/opinions/pdfs/2006-2009/07-C-396-C-07-30-07.PDF ... It indicates an on-going psychosis consistent with the hostility, paranoia, and incoherent thinking I observed at our last meeting so many years ago... In addition to the unresolved anger, hurt, and sadness I feel---there is now pity. I now understand that you were clownshit crazy---eventually assuming the title of Reverend to a self-proclaimed "ministry" that had a name sounding like a Las Vegas lounge act. It appears that you had crawled into the reassuring superstitions of religious mania as your final refuge from accountability---just as countless addicts, convicts, and charlatans have done before you. You were my first sweetheart, yet I have you to thank for solidly hammering one of the first nails into the coffin of my faith in humanity. After much soul-searching, I now accept that there was no more that I could have done. I couldn't force you to listen to me. YOU betrayed ME---NOT the other way around. When your so-called "friends" were talking trash about me, you NEVER stood up for me. THAT shit is solidly on YOU. I relinquish regret. I simply had the misfortune of crossing your path when I was fifteen years old on that beautiful day in the park during the summer of 1985. I now give you this song .... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wEa4orG3QXI ... XOXO Love, Andrea.

Michael Cortes

Michael Cortes

You were my first love in this world. You opened so many doors for me. You are my dad. I miss you terribly but now know you are in pain no more. I hope I make you proud. I was proud of you. You were the best artist. I remember when I brought you in for show and tell, I was so proud to show your tattoos and especially the one I helped with.