Rachel said

I remember when I first met Macky and he told me he had one feeling, and it was purple and polka dotted and I couldn't hurt it. But I think he soon came to realize that there was more than that. We became so close so fast. It just felt natural to be together. It amazes me how much we both grew together and changed each others' lives. I think we were both still confused about life when we met, not quite sure what we were doing. But together, we made everything make sense. He had matured so much in the last two years. He cared about living, he wanted to go to school, and he had stopped drinking so much. He was finally truly happy.

He talked about his family a lot. He'd tell me stories about his Uncle Weems, about him having a BMW motorcycle and skiing in Aspen, his triplet sons and them snowboarding. He'd talked about his Uncle Wallace's cooking, and how great it was. Macky talked about his sisters, too. Jennifer and her movies, and how Amy was a journalist in New York. We talked mostly about his parents though because they were so close. He wanted so much for them both to be happy with him. He was so grateful to have the home he was renting from Katie, and so happy that the two of you were on such good terms again. He had started hiking with his father, and he was really enjoying that. He would come home talking about the hike and what the two of them had talked about. I could just tell how happy he was. He really loved you both very much, no matter how tough he acted at times.

Macky was the smartest person I know (aside from his parents). If I ever had a question he knew the answer or he could find it for me. He was always willing to learn more though, and eager to do that. Macky didn't care what people thought of him. He was who he wanted to be. I admire the strength he had in life. Not only was he physically strong but mentally too. He liked to show his strength too because when we'd wrestle he'd never let me win, and I never won. He showed me that physcial pain does not matter. He could stab himself in the hand, or cut himself on a broken dish and he'd just clean it and wrap it up and that was that. I can't say I felt that way too, but Macky didn't care about pain. It was too petty for him.

I had seen Macky go from house to house, staying with him wherever he was until he got the house he had now. We were planning on moving in together. We talked about it all the time. About how we would decorate and what to do with the spare bedroom. It made him so happy to know we were always gonna be together. His life was finally going just the way he wanted I think. He was very satisfied.

Macky loved listening to music, most recently, The Grateful Dead. He also liked some rap, Pink Floyd, the Beatles, other oldies and many, many more. We would often wake up in the morning and sit for hours listening to music while we ate breakfast. His favorite color was green. He liked playing video games which he was really good at. Once he started playing, it was extremely hard to get him to stop. He played pool a lot at the bar by his house. Him and Machi would have pool series to see ho would win more games. He enjoyed being around his friends, and he had a lot of friends. He would have them over all the time. He was always talking on the phone or wanting to go to a friend's house. He just liked being with his people. He loved to eat, we went out to eat all the time, but we also had delivery all the time. We would go to this smoothie place right by his house. Recently, he had decided that he found the perfect smoothie there. He loved the deviled eggs I would make him, so much in fact that last Thursday, he turned down other deviled eggs because he thought they wouldn't compare. He liked home made potato salad, and pretty much everything else I would cook for him.

We would talk about life and he's say, "Life's a joke,. You have to take things lightly." And when I was upset about something petty, he'd say, "Is your life really that bad?" He was always right though. He didn't like to get in fights anymore. He was very passive aggressive, and so smart, too. I hated arguing with him because he always won. He always figured out a way he was right.

We shared so much love together. We were together whenever we possibly could be. We'd talk multiple times a day, sending texts between calls. We just couldn't get enough of one another. I believe that Macky and I were soul images. He was the most amazing person I know. Our lives fit perfectly together. We completed each other. We were gonna grow old together. I love him with all my heart.