Remembering Big Mike

 A Heartfelt Tribute from Sheena Newbold

From the age of 7, my life was greatly influenced by two remarkable figures: my dad and Big Mike. Their friendship was a constant presence, woven into the fabric of our family life. My dad affectionately called him “Mic Mic,” and together they formed an inseparable trio alongside “Pa Paul,” Mr. Paul Curry, who was Rita’s father.

Growing up, visits to Big Mike’s house were commonplace. My dad would often take us, and while we immersed ourselves in conversation with Ms. Rita in the kitchen, my dad would slip away unnoticed. My mom would inevitably ask upon his return, “Where are my children?” It wouldn’t be long before Big Mike walked down the road, hand-in-hand with “his girls,” bringing us back home safely.

Big Mike possessed a unique gift: he reveled in seeing others thrive and found great discontent in witnessing anyone stray from their path. If he sensed that someone was headed for trouble, he would gently but firmly guide them back in the right direction. His wisdom was unmatched, and even when his words were stern, the care behind them was undeniable. It was impossible not to listen to him, knowing that his tough love was rooted in genuine affection.

It was often said that Big Mike and Miss Rita never argued, a testament to their harmonious relationship. When I faced challenges in my own marriage, Big Mike took it upon himself to intervene. He brought our wedding picture along and boldly declared, “If you don’t shape up, you’re going to lose her!” After their conversation, he ultimately echoed my own thoughts, telling me to follow what was best for my heart.

During the COVID-19 pandemic, I worked at The Green Turtle Club. Though I longed to see Big Mike, I was terrified of potentially exposing him to the virus, especially given his own health struggles. Miss Rita often told me that Big Mike missed me and loved my smile. I found ways to stay connected, visiting him through a closed window, pressing our hands against the glass in a desperate attempt to share our love despite the physical barriers. “Don’t lose that lovely smile! You always light up my day!” he would call out, and those words meant the world to me.

When my mother passed away, Big Mike offered comfort, saying, “Your mom was just like my daughter, but now I’ve got you.” Those words provided solace during a heart-wrenching time, reminding me of the bonds we share in life.

One of the most important lessons I learned from Big Mike was, “You’ve got to know the people you put your trust in! Not everybody who says they’re for you is truly for you.” This wisdom has become a guiding principle in my life, encouraging me to navigate relationships with caution and discernment.

Big Mike will forever hold a special place in my heart—his impact on my life is immeasurable. In honoring his memory, I carry forward the lessons of love, wisdom, and the importance of nurturing the connections that genuinely uplift us.

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