Mike returned home after playing a weekend game of basketball with friends. Complaining of being unusually tired, he lay down to rest. He was found later by his family. Mike never woke up. He was seventeen. As one of our classmates put it recently: "I often think of Mike, as my life has continued on, of how much I have experienced  and wonder what Mike would have been doing today. His young passing was a first for me ... and has impacted how lucky I consider myself. (I) count my Blessings everyday."
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(This) made me smile, with the memory of Mike Cox. I knew him from Soc Studies class, but primarily in English class with Ms. Kearney. He and I were the clowns, and CONSTANTLY getting into trouble! Ms. Kearney - on a daily basis - would have to tell Mike to turn around (he sat in front of me)... I remember the day we all learned of his death; Ms. Kearney stopped me in the hall, and asked if I could help her get through class because Michael had died over the weekend (she was really broken up). Then in class, when she talked a moment about the events we all knew by then, with a tear in her eye, she said "Michael, turn around..." -- Sandie Stivers Palmer  - submitted January 24, 2002

The group of us went to a party at Kreag Rd Park the night before. Brevity is about all I can muster right now... -- Steven Britt - submitted February 28, 2002

I remember him as a nice kid who used to baby sit me on occasion - I was 9 when he passed. -- Steve, FHS '88 - submitted August 3, 2002

Mike's life was taken from us off guard. As the decades echo on, it's still as sharp as the day it happened. Dealing with death up close IS hard, but it must be looked at not as a loss, but rather, gaining no more. No longer growing friendship, but no loss of it. Mike, you were a cool cat, a righteous dude, and though we're not gaining any more, not an iota is lost. -- Steven Britt - submitted June 5, 2003

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