Michael Troy Wentland - Site Memorial Online

Wow has time passed and things have changed, but the one thing that doesnt fade is the memories I gained, I moved to the Westfield school district in my 5th grade year, It was new atmosphere, 7th and 8th grade basketball, football out in the parking lot, I remember a time when the Oxford School dance got canceled because of some crazy fight that was supposed to happened. Or when we picked teams for current events with Mr. Lueck, Mrs. Vannetta lecturing everyone to read their novels for class descussion the next, and Jason Shultis would read the whole book in one night and come back to class and tell us all about the book, and Mrs. Vannetta would get all Irate about it. So many memories from 5th to 8th grade, that I regret moving away, Mike, you were one tough guy, the genuine class clown, You and Eddie always had some funnys going on, Your a friend that will always be missed!
R.I.P

May the lord let you walk upon the clouds with sun upon your face and the wind against your back, Let the ocean breeze put you at ease, One day we will all reunite, Till then friend I will see you again.
Sincerely Alex M. Arista

I was telling stories the other day of when we were all kids in school, and I was remembering this one from 6th grade in Mrs. Peterson's class. She rearranged the desks so they were in groups of four and mike and I were in the same group but in the back of the room. Mrs. Peterson was giving her lecture and we weren't paying attention, instead we were making spit balls and shooting them across the room with a plastic ruler. Mike dared me to make a giant one and shoot in at the window, so I made this huge spit ball, put it at the end of the ruler, and when the teacher wasn't looking I shot it at the window, but instead of the window it hit the wall above the filing cabinets and just stuck there. Mike and I couldn't stop laughing. We were laughing so hard, we were crying. Mrs. Peterson just gave us that look but didn't see the spit ball. It was on the wall for almost a month and everytime we saw it we just laughed. Thats one of my favorite memories growing up with Mike. He was always so fun to be around and will be missed always!! :)

Mike was a very dear friend of someone I use to date. I remember Mike with a laugh that no one will ever forget, and a kind heart. He is loved by many and remembered by everyone he talk too. I remember Mike for one specific reason that i like to keep personal but he will always be in my heart and Thank you Megan for doing all that you do to keep Mikes memories alive. Kindness never dies. And we all know that Mike was made up of tons more than that. xoxo

Hey Megan. Theres a couple stories Ive told ya and some I think are for your ears only but I was thinking about this the other day and laughed real hard.

 

So Im going up to Canada on a fishing trip with the family and Mike asks to borrow the Bucket Ball Buckets. At first I was come on youll lose them in one of your Drunken stupors But remember his "Come On"???? Well all I heard was Come On Im not going to lose them, they'll be fine, etc. Well I let him borrow them and when I get back Im like Mike lets play some Bucket-ball hes like alright we gotta go pick them up from Big Eds house. Im like cool. So we get to Eds house and theres no Buckets to be found. I swear we looked fore like an hr and a half. So Mike Calls Kurtis or talked to Kurtis and it turns out they were both wasted and decided to smash the buckets over their heads. He said he didnt remember doing it  and I believed him cause he didnt remember a lot after a night of drinking and I think it was the same night he was running as fast as he could and diving head first into road signs so yeah...... All in all great time had by all and maybe this isnt as funny as I think but if you wouldve been there when he found out he smashed the buckets and then saw his face.....priceless!

I miss Mike everyday more and more.  And when I hear what his friends have to say about their memories and stories that involve him, it makes me smile and sometimes cry but it keeps Mike alive inside of me.  So please post stories and memories that you have of him.