Michael "Chew, Dew, Mickey" C. Dewey
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Michael's obituary
I have known Mike all my life. Next to my Mom and a few her age, from when we first started out, and Mike's older sister, Pat, who is like my big sister too, I think I have known Mike longer then anyone else.
The Crossey's, The Dewey's and The Smith's started out in Weston from when we all were babies.
We were cousins, we were family, we were fragile little people beginning in a big new world.
Mike is a bit older then me, but when I was 4, 5, 6, 7yrs old, people would often ask if we were twins because Mike was actually quite short for his age and I was tall. If we didn't have blue eyes you would think we were Albino lol. ( And now everyone knows I am old too.) lol
Because I started off in Life, in the prominent care of Mike's Dad, 'Uncle Alf '(mostly) and Auntie Mary, I was around Mike a lot in my early toddler, Jk years. and our families lived next door to each other., before my family moved to Finchdale for a time and then some time later we moved to the Woodview area , while Mike stayed in Weston, yet he knew everyone I knew, within a massive 3 hood radius, who eventually seemed to end up, at one of two high schools. Hockey and Pool, kept these bad boys united and out of trouble. lol
Between Mike, David and Joey, I always felt safe, like I had three big brothers looking out for me and would often follow them everywhere they went, down to the Humber catching frogs, climbing trees, riding our bikes, they'd even stick me as goalie cause hockey was their thing.
Mike and my brother Doug, were the only Boston Bruin fans surrounded by Leaf fans but they stayed loyal to their team to the end.
The one thing I learned from Mike was an appreciation for music, although I loved the frilly go-go dance stuff, I was always outnumbered to listen to Stones, Jethro Tull, one of the Winter Brothers, Steppenwolf, Grand Funk Railroad, that was not always a 5 year old's first pick.
We would go to the cottage or camping with our families, and once when we went fishing with our Dad's he cast his line where it hooked my right forearm and when he went to cast it out to the river a chunk of my skin went with it. When we played hide-go-seek and running for home-free, I'd be ahead of him enough for him to push me out of the way and win but I was on the ground with my chin torn open from sliding across the pavement. I had to be careful around any door, cause some how Id get caught from him closing it so hard and nearly lose a finger. I hated to swim near him because he always would pull me under. I never liked eating lunch with him at the same time because he would always take a big bite out of mine, smile laugh and look at me with those eyes that flickered back and forth, until he had corrective eye surgery.
I would be mindful about accepting his invite to get up and dance because some how I would end up spinning around and falling. Every time he would take me hiking I always ended up with scraped knees, burs in my hair, scratches all over my face poison ivy, one time he lead me into the path of a wasps nest, he decided to swing at for baseball target practice, and I got attacked on the head, so bad, my Aunt Mary, (Mike's Mom) had to make a bucket of mud and practically plastered my entire head in it.
He'd say hey nice helmet wanna play hockey and laugh. I didn't like going on any bike adventure with him alone because he always would ride so fast ahead of me, I could not find him because he would be tucked behind some tree making whooo'ing sounds to scare me.
As I grew older and more girlie girl, I did not like my knees scraped mud all over me, or to be goalie or hockey ref, I am girl , so I would try and distance myself from Mike not because I didn't love him but so I would not get hurt. Lol
But here we are today, and he is not here and in some crazy weird way I honestly feel like I lost my twin brother.
Many will read this and know my Mom from St. Jude's, who not only would have some of the most gruesome pictures of both of us together but say everywhere we went people thought we were twins.
I never saw Mike ever disrespect an adult, steal or lie, I never heard a mean word come out of his mouth about anyone except me, cause I think he knew he could get away with it, and always would end the sentence with SURPRISE, I was just joking.
I think he invented the style of wearing his baseball cap backwards, in our teenage years, I was like ewe your fashion sense is awful. And today every bald man who wore their cap backwards like this can thank Mike. lol
He was always asking, do you want to go to a concert? Just before Covid he asked do you wanna go to the stones concert, as he knew by now I had an appreciation for his music, lol but I had to decline as I had a previous engagement so he ended up taking Erica, his daughter, instead.
He loved hockey, pool he was a master you only played with Mike if you wanted to break for him because then he'd sink every ball, he loved music especially loud concerts friends, his 3 beautiful daughters Colleen who works for OPP, Erica and Breanne and he once did love their Mother.
He never had a bad word to say about how she raised these beautiful young successful ladies.
And yet he needs to be commended because he was a hands on good Dad.
It's Mike, how can we not see the dancing, music and fun he brought into to their world because he touched ours. Oh and did I say Hockey? lol
In my era, we in the hood have a saying 'Outta Weston', Mike was Weston. (I have assigned Petshop Boys song West end girls to sing Weston Girls!).
Never did I know then, we girls sure were protected and taught by the best of the best when you learn they were the most dangerous good/bad boys of all time.
I am sure there is a lot I do not know about Mike and why he kept some people away from me, but he was always respectful; friendly, good natured, competitive, hard working and most of the time, the life of the party.
No one could deny he was one of the greats when it came to playing his air guitar, and in high school, I can still vividly see him as I looked out the class room window during math class, singing Jethro tull to a group of students sitting on the side of hill in the smoking area at Emery Collegiate, and belting out the words 'sitting on the park bench' and then the air guitar dunna na na na Naaaa! Snot running down his nose DUNNANANA Na na NAA!
One of my class mates asking me, hey isn't that your cousin? me: ( with embarrassment), Nope! lol
Or Id be talking to a crush and he would walk up put his arm around me and say what are you kids talking about. The guy would leave, and that would be the end of that conversation, forever!
It didn't matter what day I picked to go skating Friday, Saturday or Sunday afternoon, Mike was always at the arena either playing hockey, trying to round up some people to play hockey or talking about hockey.
He would often just walk up to me, not say a word hand me a hot chocolate and walk away, I'd say did you spit in it he'd smirk but i drank it anyways.
But he would also walk up to me dig his hand inside my chip bag, grab a handful and the entire bag would be in his mouth, as he would munch with a big smile on his face, open his mouth wide, stick his tongue out and say, gone!
I was introduced to Pineapple MilkShakes by him and his close friend John Hogan, as John worked at the car wash, and if you ate at Tubby's I served you. They were the only 2 customers who ever drank that flavor, so id usually dump all the remaining pineapple in their cups whenever either of them showed up for a Pineapple milkshake.
This place made the best burgers and fries ever, and had a special BBQ-salsa-sauce, you could put on fries that was better then gravy.
I am amazed how much time Mike gave of himself, as the flooding of warm wishes coming in from all over, are so grand we would have to close down Weston just to come and say to his family, we are here for you because he was always there for all of us, ...
(I get exhausted just taking care of me.)
But he genuinely loved people, and so did his Dad.
Mike grew to be so much like a man I admired his own Dad, Uncle Alf, who was always so proud of his son.
Its hard to believe life has zipped by, with a blink of an eye, yet we still acted like we were young siblings just being us, whenever we spoke or visited with each other. I was always the mediator bwtween him and his older sister. He could put up a real he didn't care attitude, only because the situation hurt him to talk about it. Yet I am sure we always looked at each other as we did from the moment the journey began as,
I would often say "Mike we really were ugly kids", and he would say, yeah but in high school you were hot, I stayed ugly, and yet if I could say one more thing to him, it would be...
You are truly a beautiful person inside and out, I will see you again in the resurrection, because I will be there when you wake up.
Rest for now Cuz, because when thy kingdom comes and it will be done on Earth, your going to be there, in Paradise.
You earned it!
RIP Michael C. Dewey
Oct. 22 1958 to Feb. 4th 2024
Danielle aka
'dale'
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